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.
Whether as the room mom or the hapless volunteer, most moms of school-aged kids have at least one horror story. Its easy to get caught in PTA politics and indulge petty differences.
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.
Okay, so maybe you dont know Jessica Simpson. I dont either. But I know plenty of women just like her.
Increasingly my children characterize my husband and I as the supporting idiots in their lives. Intellectually, I get it. But its hard to transition from the gods they once thought us to be, into these obsolete fools they need us to become in order to fully become themselves. So senseless are we that we must be tolerated and – more often – corrected.
What’s a mom crush? It’s not wishing some fabulous woman was your mother. It’s not when moms have crushes on their kids friends. (Or vice versa.) According to Alison Keinert, creator of CrushworthyMoms.com, it’s like this: Mom Crush: Having an overwhelming attraction to a mom. It's not sexual, it's a hint of envy, and its…
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, thats because it is. Kind of.
Dear Family, I might have been kidnapped.