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.