In our household, my children are allowed to eat with a good book or their tablet. I don’t expect them to talk. By Tania Lorena Rivera
teens
Where once I was gatherer, now I am hunter. Acquiring food to feed my family has taken on new significance. By Susannah Q. Pratt
How, my girls wonder, can they live a big life if they can’t get out of the gate? I feel for them. By Francie Arenson Dickman
Every night this family of five sits down together to watch a movie. Rotating who picks, no opting out. By Daisy Alpert Florin
When children feel pressured to perform well in the public realm, they have a hard time recognizing what really matters to them. By Dr. Madeline Levine
We’ve had a rough time lately in ways that go beyond the ordinary awkward de-nesting of middle school. By Annie O’Brien
Did my son really need a backpack every time he left the house? By Sherri Sacconaghi
I want my son to see the value in committing to something because it’s beautiful and worthwhile, not because he’s certain to succeed. By Daisy Alpert Florin
Be bold. The book you suggest could save a kid’s life. By Melissa Hart
I now hear regularly about girls who are so fearful of disappointing their teachers that they skip sleep to do extra-credit work for points they don’t need. By Lisa Damour
I wanted to believe that bringing teenagers into our life would make it easier to let them go. I was wrong. By Meredith Gordon Resnick
This has become our routine: reliving each event point by point, trying to trigger a memory. By Amy Roost
College counselor and admissions expert, Sara Harberson, offers valuable insight into the nitty gritty of the application process.
I tell my mom I’m eating everything I’m supposed to. But she sees through this immediately. By Allison Richards
My daughter is trapped inside, trying to make admissions counselors she doesn’t know fall in love with her. By Sandra A. Miller
I’ve always told my sons that “boys will be boys” is neither a license nor an excuse. To hear that rhetoric used to erase Christine Ford’s allegations makes me want to scream. By Deborah Lindsay Williams
When it was time to walk away—leaving my son there and a part of my life behind—I didn’t have any regrets. By Randi Olin
I caught you with drugs today. I picked up your little glass pipe. It felt like a bomb in my hand. Boom. By Rica Lewis
When my son was 11 he told me, “I wish I wasn’t autistic. It would be easier to make friends.” By Joanne De Simone
The toddler parents were looking at me in wonder, as if they couldn’t believe their children would ever be old enough to go into the exam room alone. By Deborah Lindsay Williams
Why is living in mom’s basement such a terrible thing? By Fara Nizamani
Nothing would be exactly the same again. I was inconsolable, even though the university’s family day was only a month away. By Dina Elenbogen
Parenting isn’t like baking. The ingredients you mix together aren’t the same with each kid. By Randi Olin
Ask your kid to give you a tour of their social media world. Add it to the “wellness checks” you may already do. By Caroline Knorr
Some lessons about social justice, no matter how terrible, are better learned by living than by lecture. By Francie Arenson Dickman