How a cilinical sexologist helped this mom get her mo-jo back.
My current emotional state reminds me of something that happened in the depths of last winter. Though this September is a gift of perfect, gentle, sun-drenched days, it is my children who push back the fog.
As the parent of a trans* kid, I was deeply affected by Leelah Alcorn’s suicide.
By Stephanie Land. I know I'm headed for a hard road, raising two kids on my own.
Over the years, I've taken a keen interest in the response to death in our country. We don't like it. It makes us uncomfortable. Someplace deep inside, we believe if we're smart enough, fast enough, clever enough, it won't happen to us.
Being a parent requires a person to have a very unique skill set. Oh sure, there are the usual tasks like diaper changing, convincing an angry, naked child to please, PLEASE put on underpants, nursing a baby in one hand while doing stir-fry with the other; you know, the usual suspects. But I’m talking about the skills that are not found in the pages of the “baby-readiness” books. And because (even though we hardly know each other) I care about you, I am going to share some of the things I’ve learned in the past 10 years. Some might call it wisdom while others will assume I am in the throes of a caffeine crash as I write this.
They are the people who make the time to interact. They are the people who notice us, who make us feel seen, valuable, loved.
You have to look for love, seek it out where it lives.
Mom makes touch decision to find another family for her adopted son.
Busy, tired mom with a two-year-old in the grocery store finds that she wants to be better.