Single mothers are scary because they are a drain on the state — if they fail by being poor. When they succeed by being able ...

If you are parenting your way through the first part of the 21st century in America, you may regularly tap into an always humming and sometimes throbbing collective anxiety. There’s political ...

Five heavily documented teenagers describe mild embarrassment, a healthy fear of social media, and — get this — empathy for their parents. But what about their children, the kids they ...

The first time we spent the night together, bodies intertwined, I slept more soundly than I had in months. I awoke refreshed, relaxed, and guilty. I never cuddle my usual sleeping partner in bed ...

Before I became a parent, I watched friends, newborns in their arms, skip-walk around the room until their babies fell asleep. Others sat on exercise balls, rocking and bouncing to ease out one ...

Sixteen weeks into my second pregnancy, I had a miscarriage alone at home on an otherwise unremarkable autumn afternoon. I had officially entered the supposed “safe zone” of the second ...

Twelve years ago when my daughter was born, my parents were there in the hospital room with me to welcome her. My mother cut the cord and my father announced, “It’s a girl!” The three of us ...

Somehow, someway, the summer is almost over. The upside, for me at least, is the return of consistent child care and routines that, while exhausting, provide much needed structure. But ...

This year, my 9-year-old daughter was assigned her first research report at school. She was excited to learn new facts about her topic, and she was very glad she’d been partnered with a specific ...

Collecting my children’s bagged “personal items” from their school in a socially distanced line while wearing a homemade cloth mask is the most vivid memory I have of the entire coronavirus ...

When I was about 10 years old, a boy who attended my church died. His name was Antonio and we sang in the youth choir together. He drowned at Blue Lake Park on the 4th of July. I remember singing ...

I’ve always been a late bloomer. I had my first kiss at age 17, my first date at 19, and at age 41, I had my first abortion. In January 2017, I spent the 27th week of my pregnancy in a ...