Growing up I got the sense that the kitchen was the last place my mom wanted to be, or imagined her daughters to end up. Back then the kitchen wasn't perceived as a place of power but a trough of toil. And processed, convenience foods like Birds Eye, Lunchables, and Cool Ranch Doritos were the nouveau riche.
In the final days of the election, it's easy to forget that Americans unite around some very common themes. Michelle Obama and Ann Romney, given the positive media response to their speeches, hit at the heart of one of America's most important 'jobs,' namely raising children.
Calgary is so much more than "Cowtown," and is a wonderful spot (and starting point) for a family vacation.
Whether it's baby or parent who needs a dose of natural Vitamin D, these resorts will make sure every member of your family enjoys a well-deserved beach vacation.
If you're craving a little vitamin D, as well as some quality time with your family, here are a couple of suggestions for an easy sun-filled getaway.
Moms on the go need to provide entertainment for both themselves and their kids.
I am not a germaphobe. I don't own hand sanitizer. I almost never rarely make my son wash his hands before dinner. I am convinced that the only reason he's never had lice is because I rarely shampoo his hair. I remember chicken pox parties and think they were a good thing. That's why I really hope my son's teachers aren't reading this. Because, as the new school year begins, I have to ask: Does anyone adhere to the "Don't send your kids to school sick" rule?
Though I am a chef, I humbly had to learn that my daughter was throwing away her sandwiches at lunchtime when she was in kindergarten -- and as a busy mom, I had to come up with easy, healthy, delicious solutions.
Motherhood is a lonely gig. This is the real issue, isn't it? We often read the wrong signals or make concessions to befriend someone we wouldn't otherwise for the sake of company.
American Indian children, from the age of three on, are taught using a "talking stick" to practice the art of listening and respecting another's viewpoint. So why not try the same method in your carpool?
After surviving the first year of motherhood it has occurred to me that having a child can take one's relationship to the brink of ruin, pour baby puke on it, and leave it as dead as the iPhone your toddler just threw in the bathtub.
I live a double life. In the morning, I roust my kids from bed and walk them to school, wearing yoga pants and a T-shirt. Then I return to my home office to conduct phone interviews for the articles I write for magazines, newspapers and online publications.
At a special screening of "I Don't Know How She Does It," it seemed like everyone in the room was a mom. You could hear the entire audience, myself included, sniffling when Kate Reddy finds out the nanny took her toddler son for a haircut, his first ever.
Oprah would often declare that being a stay-at-home mom is the hardest job in the world. She was dead on.
Traditional holidays are great. But parenthood has also taught me that there are other special days to savor, mainly markers of milestones that were completely hidden from my view as a childless man.
Someone told me that once I had my son, I'd forever be afraid that something bad would happen to him. What I had not anticipated was the guilt. The never-ending, constant and exhausting guilt.