The first and only phone message I’ve gotten from my kid’s elementary school this year was about parking lot safety reminders: “Please listen to the directions of our staff that are in the ...
It would be a beautiful day if it weren’t for the ash. It’s everywhere, even in my neighborhood in Venice — settling over the streets, falling from the sky. Even with the doors and windows ...
Last month I peeked my head into my son’s bed cave at 9:15 a.m. and whispered to him that I was off to a meeting, then to a friend’s house. When I squeezed his foot as I zipped him back in ...
In my work with parents who are caring for a child with an eating disorder, I’ve become keenly aware of the language we use when talking about kids and food. Our words can shape our attitudes ...
Let’s get one thing straight: My well-worn copies of Emily Oster’s books Expecting Better and Cribsheet are dog-eared and underlined, and The Family Firm is currently on my nightstand.