Every time I tell a former co-worker that I'm a SAHM, I get a look that's a cross of shock and pity. And I'm sick of it.
Even though I love my kids wholeheartedly, I'm calling it: Kids that refuse their naps are dicks. Plain and simple.
Can't we just ditch that tired, judgmental thinking and pat each other on the backs?
My tattoo is more than a conversation starter; it's a symbol of the bond I have with my children.
I'm so grateful I get to be a mom, but if I could life-switch with her for just one day, let's just say I'd be down.
Nearly 30 years after President Reagan designated October as Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month, the topic is still taboo -- and it shouldn't be.
Spoiler alert: I don't need a man to relish in domestic bliss.
By adopting a one-size-fits-all parenting philosophy, my husband was missing out on what our girl really needed and wanted.
While I'm busy filling my daughter's childhood with interesting adventures, I'm missing what's happening right in front of me.
A mom reveals the trials and joys of raising a son with this rare genetic disorder.
The movement that has exploded and turned movie stars into diaper moguls, has turned elitest, exclusionary, and downright nasty.
Your first birthday was emotional enough, and you were still a baby. At 2, you won't be a baby anymore.
If you're a mom, you need to figure out a way to get over your regret and love your kids.
I did something I’ve never done before, for my daughter's sake, and a teacher criticized me for it.