My kids have been a real saving grace for me. Not a moment has ever gone by when I’ve regretted having these three rug rats (okay, maybe during certain toddler tantrums the thought HAS crossed my mind.) Their presence in my life, moment to moment, means more than I can describe. They provide the very beats that thump out of my heart. So I might not seem like the most likely candidate to come out of the cyber woodwork...

A new study confirms this. These researchers attached recording devices to moms and dads, capturing not just what they said to their toddlers, but how they said it. To the surprise of no one, they found that mothers generally throw themselves into baby talking full-heartedly, while dads  even those who spend more time with their kids just don’t.We’ve all seen it: mommies cooing to their baby in a high-pitch, sing-songy...

These days, a few months into my divorce, I keep mumbling in my own ear, second-guessing my own heart. The questions that I ask myself are always the same basic questions, ones that perhaps have no real answers. But I keep trying to answer them, all the same. 1. Has divorce ruined love for me? On my nights alone without the kids, on days when I’m cruising in the Honda headed to the day care or headed to grab some groceries...

Remember the days when you and your friends would try your best to gross each other out with a raucous round of “Would You Rather?” played over the lunch table and at sleepovers? Well, there is absolutely nothing grosser than having kids. Because while we love them to death and wouldn’t trade them for the world, let’s be real here: parenting is not for the faint of heart or weak of stomach. Potty training alone is...

A few months back, I went through a bit of a personal rough patch. As a work-from-home mom with a 3-year-old and a baby, I was feeling overwhelmed, unappreciated, and exhausted. I felt angry all the time and any little thing could set me off into a fit. My poor husband and our kids suffered the brunt of it, and much as I tried, I couldn’t seem to pull myself out of my funk. I felt bitter about motherhood and the fact...

Everyone talks about pregnancy brain but what they don’t talk about? Mom brain. Last week I picked my oldest daughter up from school and headed to the grocery store. I usually try to avoid going to the grocery store with all three kids because it’s not easy, but I had no other choice that day. So we went to the store, packed the cart with necessities, (plus extras that the kids threw in) and headed for the check-out...

I’ve never met a woman named after her mother. Isn’t that kind of strange? What’s the deal, anyway? It has always been perfectly common for baby boys to be given their father’s first names. In some cases, it’s a beautiful tradition. It works out. It’s a point of pride. But listen, it’s not always a great thing. I’m named after my dad, and even though I dig my first name just fine, there are quite a few reasons...