Are We There Yet?

In defense of helicopter parents

I learned a new phrase recently: lawn-mower mom.

Apparently it’s been around for awhile, along with its predecessors, the helicopter mom and the Tiger Mom.


New study could help identify autism sooner

Crissy Grenier knew something was different about her firstborn by the time he was 6 months old.

Owen didn’t like to be held or played with. He wasn’t interested in people’s faces. He was a terrible sleeper and had “constant” ear infections.


Feeling overwhelmed?

(Note: Check out more from our interview with Brigid Schulte here.)

I actually had this conversation the other day:


Work-life pressures are 'making us sick and stupid,' author says

(Note: Read my take on Schulte's new book here.)


Daughters in charge

I ran into a friend the other day with her 6-year-old, who had just celebrated her birthday with a long-awaited party. I asked how it went.

“It was fun,” the 6-year-old said, “but we didn’t get to do everything on the schedule.”

Flashback to my daughter’s sixth birthday party.


Fundraising fatigue (and a confession)

We’re selling candy again.

Not the boxes of Fannie May chocolates we sold last fall to support the band program.

These chocolate bars will help fund the eighth-grade field trip.

By my count, it’s our sixth fundraiser of the school year, split among our two children.


Giving cancer a kick in the you-know-where

Breast cancer has met its match in Lara Handsfield.

Yes, it knocked her flat for a few days, those first horrible days when she lay curled up in a ball, sobbing as she Skyped with her husband who’d just flown to Denmark, not knowing what was to come.


Are We There Yet: 'There's still work to do'

Fifty years ago is a long time when you’re 13.

Three generations. Half a century.


The 12 plagues of Christmas

And it came to pass that the holiday season approached, and the people set about making preparations.

Throughout the land, they procured gifts from shops and Internet, commencing on the day that has come to be known as Black Friday.

They baked provisions for holiday festivities and packed belongings for travels near and far to be with kin.


Better to give than to believe

My daughter was 7 when I got The Question.

She was a Tooth Fairy fanatic and had established an ongoing correspondence with our personal fairyland ambassador, Tara.

But one of her darling classmates had suggested that perhaps Tara wasn’t real after all.


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