I had just finished writing the first draft of an essay when the Gunnar Challenge landed in my inbox. I had been writing about giving up my need to lose the "last five pounds," about accepting my body the way it was, about loving that little pooch in my mid-range.
I recently spent time around a table with some older and wiser mothers. Conversation soon turned to teenagers.
I envied my own budding members of this often maligned demographic, who sat on the hostess' matching recliners, lost in competition on their iPods, while the battle-worn women told of children morphing into angry, emotionally unstable - even abusive - teens.
Okay, so maybe you don’t know Jessica Simpson. I don’t either. But I know plenty of women just like her.
Teenagers in the beehive state are getting the sharp end of the stinger this month with the passage of H.B. 363, which requires school districts to teach kids to just say no to sex. The bill, sponsored by Rep.
Increasingly my children characterize my husband and I as the supporting idiots in their lives. Intellectually, I get it.
I’m not big on making New Year’s resolutions, per se. However, I love the whole out-with-the-old-and-in-with-the-new attitude. Of course there is the requisite dieting, but only because I don’t fit into a single pair of jeans.
I watched the award-winning independent film MissRepresentation last month. The producers are building a movement of awareness around the themes of the film and unlike those occupying streets and parks across the country, this cause asks proponents to take real
I picked up my son and his friend from the bus stop. It was only my second time in the carpool rotation and I was still feeling my way around the social life of teenage boys. I suspected their lack of interaction might indicate a rift, but I knew enough to keep quiet until I dropped Mark at his door.
Cotillion is a charming tradition in the American South that attempts to mold children into fine young ladies and gentlemen through a series of formal and informal dances. If it sounds stuffy and antiquated and exclusive, that’s because it is. Kind of.
