I had the luxury of being in the generation of moms who would accompanying our kids to baby gyms but also go to our own gyms to do the crunches and pilates required to fit into the jeans now identified as "Not Your Mother's Jeans."
It wasn't always like this. I welcomed you into our home, made you part of our family. Soon you were the go-to source of fun, intoxicating, always on, ready. Still, I had my doubts about your influence and your stability.
When we're lonely, it's natural to think about reaching back into the past to resurrect relationships with old school chums -- but be cautious. You may realize that you have even less in common with these friends -- except for your shared history.
The years flew by. I survived and the kids made it to adulthood with all their limbs. And because of that colossal accomplishment, I'd like to share what I have learned in all of the developmental stages of motherhood.
With little exposure to prenatal care or access to delivery services or emergency obstetric care, these women appear to be ready to face their future, which may include a motorcycle ride on dirt roads, while in labor, to the nearest medical facility.
Nestled between Mother's Day and Father's Day is National Foster Care Month, a time when we celebrate the love, caring, and sacrifices that mothers and fathers who care for other people's children make.
While the primary blame for abuse and misdeed against women lies with the perpetrators themselves, we should look next at the good men who say nothing. It's time for good men to hold accountable those who abuse women.