freckles
Even though her freckles are adorable, she's already insecure about them. But I can't blame her -- I was exactly the same.
sexting
fast food
Unlike goldfish, we actually remember when you treat us poorly, and we will judge you next time you come in.
breasts
children
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.”
veganism
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.
children
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.
in

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

children
I have nine sons and seven daughters, and I do not intend to stop.
mybrownbaby
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!”
children
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.
books
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.
parenting
Each day with little kids is a marathon and a lifetime and a work of art and a mess. Inevitably.
children
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.
anorexia
That feeling of exalting in tininess -- no matter how perilous to health it could be -- is as familiar to me as it is horrifying.
kids
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.
children
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.
body
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."
in

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

kids
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.
fat
Recently a five-year-old dropped an F-bomb on me.
in

Dec 5, 2013 at 2:30pm | 198 comments