Once, in town to help me take care of our 6-month-old while her son was traveling, my mother-in-law and I watched a movie about a woman whose dad is dying. Nodding toward the baby asleep on my chest, ...

It’s an endless cycle of purging and adding, of organizing and reorganizing. Of realizing the system you had when they were ...

I had a crazy idea, I told her. Something that would save us time and increase our intimacy — it would be like the ...

Growing up, I used to beg my parents to have another baby. “Please,” I would plead with them, “I need a brother or sister!” I really wanted a sister when I was younger, but as I got older ...

I peered out in the dark, the barely begun Eaton fire still miles away from our house: “If our house burned down, what would you miss the most?” “Kira. All of Altadena would have to burn ...

I turn away from my husband and his snoring, using my back to try to block out the light from my phone. It is my favorite time of day: 10 p.m., in bed, secretly scrolling my favorite app, NYTimes ...

Last year, a letter in the medical journal Pediatrics argued that the frightening decline in mental health among American kids can be partly explained by a lack of independent play. When kids don ...

Because we all know we’re supposed to foster our kids’ independence, but sometimes it’s easier said than done.

When news of the U.S. Surgeon General Advisory on the Mental Health and Well-Being of Parents hit my feeds in late August, I clicked on Dr. Vivek Murthy’s story in the New York Times with the ...

When I was about 10 years old, a boy who attended my church died. His name was Antonio and we sang in the youth choir together. He drowned at Blue Lake Park on the 4th of July. I remember singing ...