Two doctors stood at the foot of my bed strongly encouraging me to get a C-section before they went off-shift.These two doctors, with whom I had developed a good rapport over the past several days, threatened that if I didn't let them operate, the next doctor on shift would be rude and unkind to

I didn’t set out to be a crunchy granola hippie mom. Sure, I breastfed my son until he was 2, and I made all his baby food from scratch, and I cloth-diapered, but that was more about saving money than being an Earth momma. And my childhood growing up in Seattle — taking ballet classes in the

Decades. That's how long I've spent agonizing over boys (and, later, men). Mostly in my high school and college days, that is. When they didn't call me, call me back, or answer the phone (this was in the pre-texting, pre-email, pre-caller ID era), I took offense and figured I wasn't good enough.

"I'm sorry, honey, not today. Mommy doesn't feel well." I say this way more often than I'd like to. I have a 5-year-old daughter, but I also have systemic lupus erythematosus (an autoimmune disease that causes the immune system to inappropriately attack tissues in various parts of ...Continue

When I found out I was pregnant for the third time, I read and researched everything about different parenting styles. Truthfully, I hadn't had any intention of having another child so soon. My two boys were 15 months old and 2 and a half years old, and they were still so very needy. I ...Continue