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To Understand the Bad Manners of D.C., Look No Further Than Mass. Our school board meetings and sports teams (no, scratch that, the Patriots’ draft […]
Last week’s Boston Globe article by Kay Lazar on the spike in childhood hunger in the Boston area spawned nearly 700 comments and shot up […]
I’ll never forget the day we got a new jungle gym at my elementary school. It was the mid-1970s, and we all showed up one […]
Everyone’s talking about Malcolm Astley, father of Lauren Astley, the Wayland teen whose bright-eyed, apple-cheeked face has been splashed across newspapers and TV screens since […]
Children’s Hospital Pediatrician Taking Heat for Obesity Stance. Boston Children’s Hospital’s Dr. David Ludwig, who co-authored an opinion that the state could intervene in cases […]
In the battle to protect their kids, adults are hurting the very people they claim to be looking out for.
The parents of that plus-size baby in Texas have another thing to worry about beyond how they’re going to hold that kid (we’re going to […]
Understanding The Nature of Forgiving in Light of a Tragic Murder. Boston U. prof Charles Griswold, who’s studied the nature of forgiving, delves into Malcolm […]
When I was pregnant with my son nine years ago, I shunned alcohol, caffeine, cigarettes, the works. I exercised, lightly, every day. I let myself […]
Last week, the Supreme Court voted 7-2 to overturn California’s law banning the sale of violent video games to minors, citing the First Amendment protection […]
By now, at least 10 people have emailed me the link to Lori Gottlieb’s controversial Atlantic article, “How to Land Your Kid in Therapy.” The […]
Last night, while our baby slept, the big kids took up weapons against the parents. First, they were Vikings, William wielding a plastic golf club […]
Each year, our kids’ elementary school pulls out all the stops for the end-of-the-year celebration. The kids sing songs, the teachers stand up for well-deserved […]
“Just lie,” he said, nonchalantly. “Just lie?” I yelled, moral outrage flaring. “I can’t just…” I stopped mid-sentence, the dark alternative—hours on end with a young child, who’s latest game was “acting like a baby,” while I tried to work—spun in my head. I was lost. I was alone. I was desperate. So, I took my husband’s advice and I lied.
My favorite line from a friend’s mother after spending a weekend with her and her kids was: “Do you always talk to them so much?” Why, yes. Yes, we do.