His little boy smell, the feel of his warm and slightly sticky self pressed against me, his blond hair flying into my eyes, my nose, covering my lips.

 How long after my tiny son’s birth, did your own body bring forth a tender wailing child?

My expectation is that they treat me especially nice every day.

I have come to find that most teens want the same thing: to feel their parents are supporting them during their journey of self-exploration.

I don’t want him to get the wrong idea about suicide. I want him to know that there is no glory in killing yourself.

While all forms of bullying are damaging, an online bully can create detrimental trauma and there is not a lot that the child/teen or parents can do about it, although awareness and laws continue to improve across the United States and the world.

I glanced at my daughter sitting on the hospital bed waiting for someone from Mental Health Intervention to come and talk to us. The harsh light outlined the contours of …

Now, you are still vulnerable like the infant I once longed to protect, and although I don’t know exactly where you are heading, I know I have done my best.

The best we can do for the world is become a bigger group of people seeking the answers. It’s the isolation that scares me the most. Expanding our hearths is the only way to keep them safe.

Changes are afoot in my world, on a much smaller scale than the myriad changes afoot in this great nation of ours. A few weeks ago, my youngest son commented …