Despite the importance of sexual health, many Latino parents, often weighed down by outdated notions of shame and propriety, are failing to provide their sons and daughters with the information to make smart decisions about their sexual lives. The consequences of this silence are crippling.
Play dates are a vital part of every parent's handbook. Over the course of 12 years of motherhood, I've hosted my fair share. The vast majority were wonderful. They were nice kids who played well with my kids. But then there are the others. This list is about those.
Before we'd gone more than a few steps, people were asking to take photos of us. Okay, mostly they were asking to take photos of my cute kid. Of his semi-toothless grin, blue fedora, pride flag and "My Two Daddies" t-shirt. He obliged politely, a bit overwhelmed.
While I have been trying to nurture my daughter in modeling healthy attitudes about body image all she is hearing is static because I have portrayed just the opposite. She is learning to hate her body because she has listened to me speak negatively about my own.
I can't be sure, but I do know the grass always appears greener on the other side, even to children. So instead of judging each other, why don't we invite the person across the street for a cup of coffee onto our lawn?
Marriage is about family. It's about love--and the profound, enduring promises and responsibilities of love. That's what strengthens families--and raises happy, healthy, successful children.
On Sunday, a woman gave birth to quintuplets in a private hospital in Lower Dir, a district 150 miles northwest of Islamabad, Pakistan. According to hospital sources, mother and children were in good condition.
My daughter will be one this weekend and after years of dreaming of a baby girl, I was given her. I prayed for her; I begged for her; I cried about her. I've always known her, even before she was formed.
I have been thinking a lot about the current state of affairs in this country, and I find the hatred and unrest surrounding it all so upsetting. There are people I love and care about very much who remain on opposing sides of many issues.
This is the story of a frog. But first, allow me to mention an uncharacteristic visit to a travel site where I find myself perusing hotels in far off...
We have seen the devastation that racism can perpetrate when the hate embedded within it festers in silence at the margins of our society. But where does this sort of racism come from? I don't know that I have the answer, but I do have a particular, firsthand experience that may give some insight into the question.
My son Seamus wears a dress. Actually he has two: a dark pink long-sleeved ballerina number with a leotard top and a short sleeved princess dress with pearls and ribbons. I am trying to check my straight (but not narrow), hetero-normative biases. I am trying to give my son more than two choices.
A baby's delicate skin is particularly vulnerable in the summer, and cumulative sun damage starts on day one. No pressure, parents and grandparents!
Would people be cool or major jerk faces? We had to be prepared for the worst without letting him know what was going through our minds. We have always felt there was nothing wrong with him, and we weren't about to make him think that had changed now.
Gentlemen, build your kingdoms now. Don't wait until it's too late. Begin. Build your future as the king of your life and your family. A future surrounded by loved ones who want the best for you, enjoy your company, and turn to you for wise counsel.
Marriage isn't always perfect and it certainly isn't a decision everyone should make or that everyone even wants to make. It's a choice, and one that I'm so happy everyone is now free to make. Love wins today for all.