Love More, Judge Less
Several months ago, our eleven-year-old suddenly morphed from a little kid into a tweenager. This (literal and figurative) development thrilled Lili and terrified us. Shortly thereafter, we discovered that my clothes and shoes fit her, another milestone which delighted her but struck fear into my heart. Lil now calls everyone “bruh” and does a
As we drive to the hospital, she announces she might want to become a social worker. You know, like Auntie M. So I can talk with kids and try to help them with their problems. What about teaching, I ask, as we pull into the parking lot. Maybe, she says, I want to do both. Can I
Having somewhat successfully (he’s still breathing!) raised a child to his teen years, I can unequivocally say there is no “easy” stage. I used to believe that if I could just get through the Terrible Twos, Fu*&ing Fours, or Tween years, I’d be golden. Not so. Being a parent of a teenager is by far,
If you are like me, you may like the occasional indulgence in magazines such as Cosmo and People. However, I often find myself looking at the (few) articles that promote female empowerment (whether career-related, or about body image) with a mixed bag of emotions. While these articles are encouraging (and needed) they are usually buried beneath mounds
