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One Child is not a Selfish Choice

I was advised not to have more children after a high-risk pregnancy resulting in a preemie son. I'm still judged for my decision to have an only child.

It’s Time to Redefine “Mom Hair”

To me, mom hair means hair that is way too long and far too neglected. I have not had a haircut since before my second child was born.

Lost and Found

Learning to find my way home when I was lost, has allowed me to teach my three children that they, too, can go wherever they want to.

When There’s Hate, Remember Love is Stronger

“Hate isn’t new,” he calmly stated. “Cameras are new. This has always happened. And it’s always been wrong. But now more people know about it. More people see it happening. It empowers us to work harder at ending it.”

She Was More than A Friend…She Was My Soul Sister

Four years ago, I spent a very rainy Friday afternoon in a temple sitting with other mourners as I listened to a rabbi say beautiful things about a friend I knew…

What It Really Means to Love “Like a Mother”

Loving like a mother is simply defined by the object of that love. When you love someone unconditionally, you love like a mother.

Painting the Yellow Room

When we got our new house, we painted one of the rooms yellow. I always thought of it as the baby's room. And then I had fertility issues.

My Kids Take Melatonin: Don’t Judge Me

My children take melatonin. Every. Single. Night. We refer to their nightly doses as their “meds.” As in, “Are you ready to brush your teeth, or do you still need your meds?”

Five More Minutes

Five more minutes has forever been the lament of my son. It started with bedtimes when he was young, and continued through to high school.

Motherhood Means Letting Go

I consider walking him right back to our house where he belongs because he is not ready for school. Still, I know the truth: He is plenty ready—I am not.