By Janelle Hanchett. It’s a strange moment when you realize the system is not for your child.
When you’re living a distracted life, every minute must be accounted for. You feel like you must be checking something off the list, staring at a screen, or rushing off to the next destination.
My grandma was a mere 59-years-old when my grandpa unexpectedly died of a brain aneurysm. He had a clean bill of health on a Monday; dead on a Tuesday. She wrote her “Rules for Happiness” in 1978. To herself. She never shared them.
Talking about sex with your kids is difficult.
When I learned you were going to be part of my son’s life, I couldn’t breathe.
By Melissa Bangs. The agony of missing my daughter was accompanied by the shame of abandoning her.
“The second time I got cancer…” Not a sentence I thought I'd ever say, but I've used it in the last several months. To differentiate from the first time I got cancer at age 12, and a breast cancer diagnosis at age 39. wresting with this disease as a kid: very different dealing with it now as a mom to three and wife to one. Join me on my LAST (hopefully ever!) chemo treatment.
By Gillian Kessler. He is all elemental, stick and strength, born of my strong body, his muscles rest in mine.
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.