This gem scrolled through my Facebook feed yesterday: A friend's children's school has decided to forgo Halloween this year in favor of... I don't know... Friday, I guess. The decision was attributed to the "staff" and the reasons behind it were given as follows.
Trust your child. Really, just try it. Trust that he or she is doing the very best they possibly can under the circumstances. They are calling none of the shots. They have few rights and zero power. Not to mention their still-developing brains and emotional instability.
I will take my coffee peacefully. No, I'm not making some for you. You want to help me make it? Fine. Take notes on my ratios. That could actually be useful information for Sunday. How old do you have to be to drink coffee? I don't care how old you are, you just have to have a job.
The second mom or dad has a distraction, the kids will likely view this as a challenge to their ability to hold mom or dad's FULL attention, no matter what the circumstance. And believe me, they will accept this challenge and it will be awkward for the parent.
With a boost from Hillary Clinton last weekend in San Diego, the American Academy of Pediatricians launched the next phase of its campaign to help close the "word gap" between children in high- and low-income families.
One month before news of this story broke, my wife and I hung up the phone with our cryo-bank, ordered another vial of our donor sperm and are currently waiting for the right time to try again. What if the sperm waiting at our doctor's office for us isn't what we anticipate? Would we be mad? Yes.
Childhood is a time of life when learning is more intense than at any other, when children gain the critical knowledge and skills that can help ensure that the human species as a whole remains adaptable.
When the air turns crisp and cold, cruise lines know families look to flee Old Man Winter with a sunny, tropical escape. That's why many cruises enhance their holiday offerings to lure families onto the ships.
Today, as I walked the midway with my family, I felt grateful for all that Tracie and I have experienced in our thirteen years, grateful that, despite the newness of our separation, we could come together as a family, in peace.
Now that this month's hideous full moon is finally waning, I feel like it's semi-safe to write about the onslaught of terror that occurs in my house every month... and I'm not referring to MY "time of the month."
When I was little, I loved going to the library with my brother. It was in an old mansion across a street and up a steep hill about 200 yards from our house. We would set out on our own with our due-back books -- big kids on the way to the library.