The Urge to Overexplain

I suffer from a chronic condition. A condition called "overexplaining." I didn't realize I experienced this type of disease until the birth of my third child. The child who didn't latch right for nursing, the child diagnosed with lip and tongue ...

How Idealism Drags Us Down

From the other room I hear my children open and close the fridge door and shuffle through cardboard boxes in the pantry. They're hungry. Again. (It's been like a whole half-hour since they ate.) As they grab for another granola ...

Dear Fear: We’re Done

Dear Fear, It's quite interesting that you rhyme with dear although you are definitely not something dear to me, or something I want near to me. I've written several letters to you; several letters to the names you have manifested yourself as: ...

Modesty For This Millennium

Raise your hand if you are the mother of a girl and you have trouble finding modest, non-sexy clothing for your child. I hear you. My daughter is in a cotillion class where she is required to wear dresses that come to ...