You know that feeling when you wake up like a shot, mind alert, heart pounding? It’s anxiety.

I don’t care if my kids swear. I do care if you’re judging me for it.

Staging your home can be overwhelming for even a person without kids. Add all the extra elements in the mix and it can be a recipe for disaster if you don’t have a plan.

Camping is easy enough as an adult…until you have kids. When you take your kids camping, there’s so much more that you have to consider.

Reconciling with my changed body is a work in progress and I have worked hard to be kind and accepting to my mid-thirty figure.

Saying goodnight to my daughter is always, um, an adventure.

Yes, some parents are the sole parent 100% of the time. But I would argue that single parenthood includes a wider cross-section of parents.

With the whole COVID thing, it’s been a difficult time BUT my husband has been absolutely amazing with his love and support.

One in eight women will deal with infertility – which means at some point or another going to need to help a friend or family member through these emotions.

Do you want to know when you really become a grown up? It’s when you have to take care of your parent. The day you realize you’re the caregiver.

I graduated high school with a ton of bad advice on establishing a credit rating and almost no concept of financial planning beyond “How to Operate a Savings Account.” I don’t want my kids to do that.

Eighteen gets to be a gut-wrenchingly small number when you realize that’s the number of times you have to make significant memories with your kids.

If your daughter is heading to college next fall, you’re probably in the same place I was last year. It was my daughter’s last summer before college.

rather than dwell on the growing pains of change in our relationship, I prefer to celebrate the positive side of being a parent to my adult kids. And there are so many reasons why…

Before the kids have moved out completely, I’ve decided to try to start preparing for an empty nest – when it’s just my husband and me at home.

The great big book of parenting (which none of us actually receives) never warned me of the absolute fear I would have of an empty nest.

Jonathan, my middle child, graduated from high school this month. Like millions of moms this graduation season, I wiped the