I got married at age 21 and immediately started trying for a baby. It took us six years to have our first, three years to have our second, and another four years to complete our family with… Read More

This is your friendly yearly reminder not to be a jerk to children on Halloween. I know, I know. Nobody sets out to be the Halloween grinch. But even so, every single November first, I see a… Read More

“Eighteen months. That’s my limit. If she’s not weaned by eighteen months, I’m cutting her off,” I cried out to my husband in exasperation. Our sixteen-month-ol… Read More

My son was eighteen months old when I first had an inkling that he might be autistic. Walker was always really different from his older brother; I told my mother that on the day he was born… Read More

I feel guilty every time I drink milk. Milk, for me, is attached to one of my first memories of being body shamed. When I was in kindergarten, I asked a trusted adult for a glass of milk. Sh… Read More