Now that I'm a dad, nobody ever asks me what I want. But if they did? I'd reply exactly the same way as my mom and dad. Because I was wrong; they weren't joking. The intangible, imaginary stuff really is what parents want for Christmas.
In today's world, children are bombarded with the promise of happiness if they can just get the right toys, clothes, gadgets and gizmos. It's not easy to neutralize those messages, even if we deliver heartfelt lectures about how there's more to life than "stuff."
Cut yourself some slack already! I promise, your family can have a great holiday without the glossy magazine perfection.
Those seven Amazon boxes are really just full of stuffed animals. Is it already 11:00 p.m.? Thank God this won't take long. I see us asleep by midnight. Maybe most of them come assembled. I got this.
As December 25 gets closer the questions about Santa intensify: Will Santa come into my room, Papa? No honey. But he'll be in the house? Yes, but only in the living room. He's going to drink from our cups though, right? Well, yes. Pause. Can we put out a plastic cup?
Feminism doesn't mean I don't want to be a girl, or that I don't like traditional girly things. Feminism means I have a choice to do so, and a society where it is safe.
I thought it was gross when a boy left his candy cane stuck in my beard, but my definition of gross has been redefined by this new kid who is eating it.
'Twas the week before Christmas when all through the house, stuff was getting done, but not by a mouse. The stockings were hung, by the chimney with care, they have to be filled, insert a swear word here.
December 25, 1996. Or, as I call it, the Most. Awkward. Christmas. Ever.
What if you just focused on one thing at a time? There's a dangerous myth out there about the benefits of multitasking. Don't believe the hype. I'm here to tell you that focusing on one thing at a time is the secret to feeling less overwhelmed.
We put up our Christmas tree last week. As I combed through the boxes, I picked up a familiar shape carefully wrapped in tissue. I knew what it was before I even unwrapped it. One of my favorite holiday memories, and it took me back just a few years.
It started with "moist." At first, it wasn't so much the word itself, but the way it combined with other words to make them seem... inappropriate. I...
You can barely make out the flicker of candlelight from the shadows around the corner and you wondering if you should go and investigate (a seance?) when you hear the soft strains of melodic sex oozing from the record player. Sade. Your spoon stops in mid air. Oh no.
What's topping your kids' holiday wish lists this year? Chances are it has a screen, Internet access and games. With a little planning -- and kids' assistance -- you can balance your family's tech activities with much-needed face time. Here's how.
Many of us, as parents of spectrum kids, participate in "autism walks" or other events to raise money for autism research. But we don't volunteer anywhere near the same capacity for entities that directly impact our children -- our kids' schools or service agencies. Why?