My eldest child turned six this year. We celebrated her birthday far from our families because we live on the other side of the world. We are here because a …
Rooting for the Underdog
I wonder often about what kind of men my boys will be. Sure, I wish them success and happiness but above all I want my boys to have the kind of compassion that blooms from empathy.
The Air That I Breathe
In the last weeks of his life, I would talk to my dad on the phone every day. It was January, and at the same time his heart and lungs were deteriorating, my body was helping those organs grow inside the baby I’d been carrying for more than 40 weeks.
Harry the Bee
Harry was the black and white Boston terrier my husband and I got when we couldn’t have a baby. The Bee was the Halloween costume we bought for him on a whim at a chic pet store.
Brooming
How much should I, as a parent, get involved to help my children fight their battles and how much should I just let them figure things out themselves?
The Halloweens That Weren’t
Halloween is a bit extra special to me because of the ones I kind of missed out on.
Find the Magic in Your Heart
Caught up in the stress of my day; heavily trafficked streets, rushing around to make sure I was on time, I had spent too much time in my head. I came home and I was distracted, because the busyness of the day had thrown me off c
Words That Hurt: When Your Kid Gets Bullied
As a mother, this is possibly the most difficult part of the job; knowing when it’s time to let go.
Remembering my Grandfather
In high school I’d come over to my grandparent’s house on weekend mornings. In college I’d show up a little closer to dark. It didn’t matter though because he always asked if I was hungry and when I was he’d cook me an egg.
Clinging to Innocence
I thought I had more time. I thought I had at least months or—I’d hoped—years before this would start. Before Ryan’s babyish innocence would be slowly and matter-of-factly chipped away, one peer-inflicted comment at a time.