On New Year's Eve I prefer to pay homage to my mother my own way. If I had known that night she was going to leave us, I would have kissed her, hugged her and told her I loved her. I didn't, because it truly never dawned on me that this was her last night.
Few of us would claim to behave better when we are stressed or contend that our relationships, or the way we handle our responsibilities, improve when we feel pressured. So imagine how stress can feel to your middle schooler or teenager, who has far less experience to help him or her cope.
It's my mother's birthday this week, and I have been spending a lot of time thinking fondly of her. But I know that I am fortunate to have had a great relationship with my mom. For many of us, let's just acknowledge that this relationship can be a bit more... complicated.
A few years ago, my Mom wrote her grocery list on the fridge; now she uses her phone. When I was a teenager, I studied for the SAT using flashcards; now my 17-year-old sister uses SAT websites, iPad games and YouTube videos.
Have you experienced the agony of seeing your child sick, weak, pale and hurting? Seeing my vibrant, silly and vivacious Elena looking tiny and pale in the hospital just about did me in... but somehow, I was able to find an inner reserve of super mama strength.
I had gained a daughter, but completely lost my center. It didn't take long for my obsessive tendencies to kick in, and before I knew it, I was a self-help junkie. I became certain that if I could just find the right mantra or mentor, I would be back to my old control freak self in no time.
Fran Drescher courted controversy last week during a radio interview in which she said that breastfeeding "poisons" infants and recommended that nursing mothers get their breast milk tested for toxins.
As a child, I was always mystified by those girls who always wanted to play "Mommy" or "House." It just never held the same allure to me. Sure, I liked Barbies, but I was pretending they were flying around the world or solving mysteries, not having babies or getting married to Ken.
Ever since the economy turned so sour that a lemon would seem sweet by comparison, I have wondered if there are any entrepreneurs out there with a bold business model that can help get the country back on its feet.
Politicians are hoping that if they flatter our inner "momliness," we will forget many of them have tried to strip our rights as humans and as women, or at the very least that women are far from equally represented in government.
Too many of us are not getting the help we deserve for our health, wellness and our menopausal challenges. If you assess your own needs, you'll see that your own well-being is connected to the well-being of your family members.
Melanie's husband died suddenly at 35, leaving her to care for their three sons, ages 8, 4, and 10 months. She had no family nearby. Turns out, she had something just as valuable: A network of friends.