Those words are just as important today as they were more than fifty years ago.
But there are so many moms and children lacking those privileges. It's only by luck that my kids were born into the circumstances they were.
Nowadays, with racists running for and winning office while openly espousing the profiling of religious belief and questioning the very humanity of people of color, turning their backs on the poor and destitute ravaged by war and strife and hunger, I can’t afford to deny my bias in defense of my ideals.
Four years to become a tribe that lets losses slide off our backs, enjoys the ride, celebrates ourselves and our individualities. We have to love playing the game. We have to love each other.
In a world where we so much progress made every day, why is this so taboo?
They'll think beyond the boundaries of the ethos of ‘my country’ and embrace the idea of ‘our world’.
What matters most to me is this tremendous opportunity I have to be the closest and first idea of what a woman is to four young boys.
Growing up involves adjustment. The kids grow and the parents adjust.
She told me, when I found out Hank was a boy, to be ready to have a little boy forever.
There is only one thing more devastating for us parents than having to admit our child is beyond rescue, that circumstances have pressed our son or our daughter outside the scope of our parental toolbox.