mental illness
Parents are familiar with tantrums. But imagine extremely violent episodes that can last for hours or even days, with children lashing out, destroying furniture, harming themselves, or hurting family members and pets.
Even though her freckles are adorable, she's already insecure about them. But I can't blame her -- I was exactly the same.
fast food
Unlike goldfish, we actually remember when you treat us poorly, and we will judge you next time you come in.
Throughout my life, people said, “Oh, you’ll change your mind when you get older,” and for 30 years, my response has been the same: “If I do, please, please remind me of these excellent reasons why I shouldn’t.”
I simply explained to Noah that if given the opportunity to choose, the dairy cows and chickens would pick life over death and freedom over cages.
Part of what gets under my skin about the stock photos is that my image is used to sell values that alienate me and a lot of other women.

May 1, 2014 at 2:00pm | 37 comments

I have nine sons and seven daughters, and I do not intend to stop.
Everyone said that the toddler years would be tough. That the “terrible twos” (I hate that phrase) would absolutely drive me up a wall. But I said, “Not my sweet sugarplum!”
It’s one thing if your son is struggling because of lack of knowledge or skill, it’s another when he’s just not motivated to do it.
I didn't want to be a mother, but my husband wanted to be an author. So I agreed to support his dream.
teen pregnancy
I would defy the stereotypes; I would be more than an unplanned pregnancy.
Each day with little kids is a marathon and a lifetime and a work of art and a mess. Inevitably.
Ultimately all human life is fragile, but the deaths of Trayvon Martin and Jordan Davis show us that the lives of black boys can be disproportionately ephemeral.
health issues
Raising my boys vegetarian is about sharpening their minds, not restricting their choices.
That feeling of exalting in tininess -- no matter how perilous to health it could be -- is as familiar to me as it is horrifying.
I'd always thought of pregnancy as a bucket-list experience, something big that I wanted to do once -- and only once -- before I died.
Just in time for Christmas, this 7-year-old boy's life was saved on Philadelphia's 34th Street.
the frisky
I’m sorry, but I can’t get on board with creating a supposed challenge like “affluenza” to excuse children from their wrong-doings.
As a Young Possessor of the Chub, I remember people constantly telling me "Don't worry, you'll hit puberty and thin out, then you'll be SUCH a beauty."

Dec 11, 2013 at 10:00am | 320 comments

Kids are boring. Yep. I said it. Here, take my Mother of The Year award and replace it with a bottle of Jameson’s, because I’m going there.