I had always admired those women who have led the sober movement. As of today, I’ve officially surpassed a year sober. Yea, a FULL year. Wow. When I wrote that piece in August 2020, I have to be honest: I didn’t think I was going to make it. I had a lot of doubts and ...

We live in a “resort community.” Translation: we’re some of the … younger residents of the neighborhood. When we moved in, the girls were 1 and 4 years old. Since we live in a configuration of townhouses, most of our yards blur together in some form or fashion and there aren’t a lot of sound ...

Parenting with another person can be hard. If you’ve read my past articles, you know that I will sing my partner’s praises loudly and happily every single day of the week. Still, I find that raising a human with another human is absolutely frustrating from time-to-time.

There were some days over this past year and a half where the teens seemed scarier than this global pandemic. 

I used to consider myself a champion packer. I once took an overnight trip to New York City and didn’t even take a duffel bag – I carried a big purse with an inside pocket, into which I crammed a second shirt and change of underwear, and re-wore my jeans and shoes from the first day. 

All your kids want is your attention. So give it to them.

Hershey Gardens and two gardens in Mechanicsburg have been chosen to highlight southcentral Pennsylvania in a new road trip announced today by the Pennsylvania Tourism Office.

My son Rashaad and I have reached new milestones in our journey together. We were standing next to each other as I picked out freshly cut high top fade, when I realized that my arms had to stretch a little higher.

When I learned that I was pregnant with my first child, and then a few weeks later learned that it was a boy, I could not have been happier! I knew the timing was right and that I would do everything I possibly could to raise a happy and healthy boy. However, there were some ...

While I was playing taxi for my son last week, he flicked his wrist to the beat of the song on the radio and I was instantly catapulted to a memory from 15 years ago: An extremely excited toddler in diapers listening to Bob Marley and doing a wrist flick with each exuberant dance move. At the time, seeing him do this brought me so much laughter, I was crying.

Confession: I am not a pet person. This is usually met with horror, but I’m just not. I didn’t grow up with pets. My dad is allergic to cats, so they were out.

I often forget that we are not the typical U.S. family. Only about 20% of American households with children have a stay-at-home parent anymore, and only a small percentage of these families feature a stay-at-home dad. What’s more, I am a female entrepreneur with a small business

Last month, after more than 12 months of abiding by state and local COVID guidelines and starting a new full-time contract job, I felt as if I’d fallen behind the eight ball as a mom.

On Christmas Eve 2019 I sat alone on my couch, tree lights twinkling brightly over wrapped presents, and my almost empty fourth glass of wine. I should have been happy, but there I was, staring at the text conversation I was having for the fifth time that month with Crisis Hotline.

Last week, my older daughter, Sophie, was looking over my shoulder as I scrolled through Instagram. We saw a video from a college we know, saluting all its sports for NCAA Division III Week, on the account of its athletic conference.