More fit people look at me when we're at the park with our kids and their glances to me feel like 1000 pounds of judgment.
In light of the countless high-profile assault charges recently meted I challenge us, individually, collectively, indivisibly, to say no. To scream no.
It's so many of us who have moved our own hardier selves right down to the bottom of the list of things that need to be cared for.
I made a conscious decision early on to be open and honest with my kids and to incorporate sexuality and sexual education naturally into their lives.
As a clinical psychologist, I see a lot of kids (and adults for that matter) get “stuck” on thoughts. This exercise can help release them.
Turns out that whether or not you think you’re doing a good job as a parent might matter just as much as your parenting skills.
Managing everyone’s constantly changing emotions is a full-time job, and I’m pretty sure I want to quit.
A recent episode of the ABC sitcom "Black-ish" focused on postpartum depression and mental health. This is incredible progress.
I suppose faith has come easier to me these days. Spending time around children does that to you, I think. But courage? No way.
Your child is protected and receiving counseling. You are left with a big, old vacuum. What about me?