The minute I strapped my baby daughter to my chest, I had an uneasy feeling. My husband was helping me adjust the carrier's straps, and I became more and more uncomfortable. At first, I blamed the baby. She was a big girl — easily 10 pounds and only a week old. That is a lot of weight to carry

I am 40 years old. And I have it all. I have a thriving career. I have a relationship with God. I travel. I have loving relationships. I live a life that keeps me healthy in mind, body and spirit. I’m single and divorced (I hate this forced choice on questionnaires, by the way). And I am

I do not know what was going on with our culture a few years ago, but we sure were obsessing over sex work. It was the era of Belle Knox being outed to the media and then having to explain, using maturity I have never possessed and certainly did not possess at 18, that college tuition is expensive

I love babies and children. I just adore being around them, even when they’re stinky and in need of a diaper change or help on the potty. I’m that weirdo who gets excited to see a toddler coming up the aisle in their parent’s arms on an airplane, hoping I’ll have a new peek-a-boo partner for the

As a new mother, I would have done anything to get out of the house and away from my temperamental infant son. He had a tendency to scream maniacally for hours at a stretch, and I desperately wanted a break. A more experienced mother suggested I pay a sweet, gentle teenage boy she knew to hold