The sight of bugs in my daughter's hair triggers every doubt I have about being her mother.

 I am angry that the things I can’t protect her from—attitudes and rhetoric among them—are reaching her now.

I want to keep my kids safe online, of course. But I also want to let them have fun and explore. How do you do that?

Now more than ever, it seems that parents need to make a concerted effort to demonstrate open-heartedness so that our children learn to build bridges and not walls.

Widespread confusion defines the nascent days of the Trump Administration. As a parent of young children, my fear and concern are palpable.

If I’m not careful, I will miss my whole life.

2016 was the year that bullies of all ages returned to the forefront. It is the “Trump Effect” as some educators have dubbed it.

For years I went away—not just from this house—but consumed by the fire of motherhood. It took those years of motherhood for me to become a mom.

I endured by convincing myself that as long as he had that gaping space in his mouth and the sweet lisp that accompanied it, he would stay my second, last, and squishy baby boy forever.

Hopefully when you look back, from a great distance and see your picture you’ll see love.