The first year with my babies was a litany of sleep-deprived nights, up every two hours to feed. Though I had a co-sleeper next to my bed, baby ended up by my side, my nursing breast accessible whenever baby whimpered. In the morning I’d wake up, pajama draped around my neck but baby snuggled close. I barely remember that first year. Sleep deprivation stymied my sentences and short-term memory. With my third child I vowed not to repeat this saga again….More

C’mon parents! Are you buying that Batman or Barbie underwear for your kids or for that aching need in your own heart to purge the Pamper? Admit it! You are over the diaper! But, “gasp”, what if your tinkling toddler isn’t?…More

My name is Lisha, and I am an enabler. My son has had an addiction for the past two years and shows no signs of overcoming this obsession. Because he is nearly three years old, one might imagine his addiction involves some sort of sport, imitating animal noises, or having tantrums. In fact, my munchkin is addicted to stickers….More

A lot of us like to put our hands over our ears and shout LA LA LA LA LA when asked to think about formulating a life care plan, because that means we’re envisioning our children with special needs having a future without us at their side….More