I remember before ever getting pregnant, sometime in my mid-twenties, I had a dream. In the dream, I had a baby. Somehow this baby was standing before me already as…
Raising Sons
The Right Kind of Aggressive Girl For My Boy
“Mom!” Lexi was about to tattle. I could hear it in her little voice. “There are girls at school who are touching Robby’s head and calling him ‘Velvet.’” Her tone…
Growing Boys Into Men
What I wanted to say was, “That’s too hard, cut him some slack.” What I did say was, nothing. But MAN was it hard to bite my tongue. That’s my…