When our boys are little, micromanaging their influences can feel white-knuckle doable (if not practical). “I’m raising a tender little Ferdinand!” we say with bright eyes and new-parent ...
When my daughter was a toddler, she had a collection of hand-me-down ’90s toys. There was Papa Smurf, Professor Frink from The Simpsons, and a handful of Legos, but she consistently gravitated ...
I woke up that morning giddy. Something big was happening in our family that day but for once it was not happening to me. I drove us to the urologist’s office, which happened to be in the same ...
Five heavily documented teenagers describe mild embarrassment, a healthy fear of social media, and — get this — empathy for their parents. But what about their children, the kids they ...
I gave birth four times. Out of my body. They were all big bruisers, 9 pounds at least and a few bigger. My babies gave me love and joy and purpose and a bad back and hemorrhoids. I was not mad ...
Ten months after her husband, Hal, died, Rebecca Woolf posted on Instagram that she was in a new relationship. She hadn’t meant to “‘meet someone’ meet someone,” as she put it.
On my first date with Rob, the man who would become my husband, I told him I wanted children. My dream was to be a stay-at-home dad and to be married. “I want four or six, preferably six ...