Every family has one, and I'm it. The Different One. It's assumed I don't get it. Can't possibly understand. Must be one of those leaning-in barracudas every mother warns her son about, an overcompensating estrogen-dominant.
I'm glad I've renewed my relationship with my generation's cousins, and look forward to meeting the next two generations at Grey's memorial service later this week. We just never know when we'll be saying either, 'I wish we had been closer when we could.'
Parents need the flexibility to take a child who suddenly develops a high fever to the doctor or to attend a meeting with their child's teacher. The comp time bill House Republican introduced last Thursday does not address these needs at all.
In this case, it's a beautiful winter scarf my mother gave me toward the end of her life, probably the last gift I got from her. After she died in 2004, I became more attached to it. The intensity of my feelings about the scarf surprised me.
Over the next week, tens of millions of people will do something so familiar it's easy to forget how radical it is: They will commemorate the worst moments of their past. What rightful people put their most ignoble days at the heart of their identity? The answer: a people that wants to survive.
The proponents of safe havens and Baby Boxes most effectively answer criticism by saying their approach is worthwhile even if it saves just one baby's life. I have an alternative suggestion: Let's aim higher.
Encourage your children to go to college. If you can, save a little -- or a lot -- to help them with the financial burden that being a student brings. Make sure they know that you value a college degree from early on.
Through all the dark shadows that Russia has cast with its ban on adoptions by Americans -- on the affected girls and boys, on the U.S. citizens seeking to become their parents and on the process of international adoption itself -- a thin glimmer of light is struggling to emerge.
What do Lance Armstrong and Bernie Madoff have in common? Are they a different species from each other and from us? No, they are all too human. Like many of us, they want to be superhuman. The difference? They feel driven and entitled to go for it at any cost.
I dread the day when my daughter is too cool to give me kisses and my son would rather play basketball with his friends than hang out with his mom. But even when they complain, I'll be forcing the tradition of family days.
Just like abstaining from carbs will trim your waist in two weeks, trimming three from your family relationships will decrease your load of "dirty laundry" in the same amount of time. Keep it up between now and New Year's Day, and you'll coast through the holidays like Santa on a sleigh.
What will we leave our children when we're gone? Most of us will leave pictures and scrapbooks; echoes of their lives and our own. We can all leave something else that's just as precious -- a taste of who we are and where we came from.