I am still madly in love with my daughter. I know she still loves me, too. But that isn’t enough to make her want to live with me.

My greatest desire, like all parents, is for my children to grow into happy, healthy adults. But watching it happen in front of my eyes is achingly bittersweet.

When could the right moment come to tell your son he has a brain tumor?

“Did she just BTW us?”

My oldest child is our learner child – we hope we’re making our biggest mistakes with her, the firstborn of our two daughters, and that we’ll get more right with her younger sister.

I hadn’t really thought about talking to my teenager about mental illness until the one day it became unavoidable.

This won’t last forever, I remind myself, these moments when life pushes along and I sometimes chase after it.

“I realized in trying to teach you HOW to be I've forgotten who you are, so I was wondering, do you remember who you are?”

Sometimes I am so strong. I run towards hard stuff. I bite of big chunks. I have gotten through things that seemed impossible.

If you need a refresher on what changes your kid is or will be going through, start here.