When you’re a parent to kids under five, everything seems to revolve around them (I wonder if/when this changes…). Are they sleeping and eating? Are they socialized, healthy, and happy? Milestones… What about the milestones?!? These questions shape those...
Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where trouble melts like lemon drops, high above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me…
If you’re like me, there are days as a...
Most women I know feel that the split of managing household tasks is. . . unbalanced between their partners and themselves. A recent article in The Washington Post backs up that feeling with these statistics: “Employed women partnered with...
You’ve probably seen this guy: He seems a little muted, like he’s holding something in, like he’s operating on autopilot so he doesn’t have to deal with whatever is happening inside. Society has taught him from an early age...
As Father's Day approaches, we're reminded of the invaluable role that dads play in our lives — especially those who are raising boys to be good men. Beyond traditional gifts and cards, there's an opportunity to celebrate this special day in...
If you look at all the details that need to align to become pregnant it is quite miraculous one even becomes pregnant; yet somehow, our bodies make it happen. We make a baby, grow a baby, and then deliver...
About a year ago, I came across this article in the New York Times about a woman who asked a blind date 36 questions that supposedly would lead them to fall in love. She was recreating a psychologist’s experiment...
My husband and I are going through a challenging time. He confessed to me recently that he had a one night stand while I was out of town with our baby visiting family. I have been trying to figure...
About a month ago, my husband discovered that a dear college friend of his was in the hospital. He quickly reached out, only to discover that his friend had stage 4 pancreatic cancer —a death sentence for most these...
It had been a minute since my husband and I had a “real” date night—you know, the kind where you scramble to find a sitter, get dressed up, and eat fancy food. He’d been traveling a bunch for work...























