So how do we transform these smelly beings into responsible, motivated leaders? We don't do things for them. We don't tell them what to do. We give them opportunities to fail. We do this while setting them up to succeed. Here's how:
Volumes one and two and three are available here and here and here. "My mother just told me off for frying chicken uneve...
We flit in and out of each other's lives like acquaintances at a cocktail party, stopping just long enough to compliment a fancy dress or a particularly elaborate hairstyle.
Isn't the fact that my daughter got to school prepared and on time the most important thing?
There has been a ton of "Nanny Drama" recently in the celebrity realm. Here is my advice on picking a nanny.
My name is Mary and I'm a parent of teenagers. I wish I could share more specifics with you. I'd like to talk about the day-to-day stresses and triumphs that make our family life what it is. It might be cathartic to tell you why I cried last week, or to write a blog post about a lovely conversation I had with one of my children. But I won't do that. It wouldn't feel right.
How often do we make decisions before considering what is pushing us in that direction? Specifically, do we, as future parents, take sufficient time to deeply consider what void we are trying to fill when we decide to have a child?
Although I still aspire to possess superpowers, there is something that has made the feelings of powerlessness palatable and it was initially, totally, undesirable: yoga.
This man, this wonderful man had the nerve to come along and interrupt my bitterness. I am forever grateful to him for that. And so are my children.
If you give a mom a coffee, she's going to ask if you're an angel from Heaven or a vivid hallucination caused by sleep deprivation.
If a separation is handled in the right way -- and what I mean by that is that your kids' well-being drives the process of separation rather than your own ego -- it is possible for your kids to transition well.
The worst kind of identity crises (I just decided) are those that you don't see coming. My unexpected mind-melt hit three days before my wedding in a fast-food parking lot.
"I'm not perfect," I told my teen. "I made a mistake, and I'm sorry." Still, as we sat down for dinner, Super Bowl hum in the background, my daughter continued to make her point. Yes, she was right, but that wasn't the point I wanted to make.
We can't raise our kids to be stable, peaceful and filled with love if we're agitated, fearful and yelling. Instead, our attitude will teach them that the world is a scary place.
I met Ross my freshman year in college. Eleven years my senior, he was my philosophy adjunct professor at Temple University in Philadelphia. He was cute, Jewish, and intensely attentive. Just my type.
The role of today's grandmother is different than that of all the grandmothers who have come before. As a result, Grammas need a new game plan and se...