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I was going to be the same as I was before, but better, because I now would have children to enrich my days and nights and add colorful stories to my sales conversations.

Who needs a paycheck? Who needs a flat tummy? I knew motherhood was about sacrifice, didn't I?

Scary Halloween images are everywhere. A mom gently helps her daughter - at stores, in neighbor's yards... coping with scary things anytime and anyplace. 

What is my intention? I thought about it for days. I stood outside myself and watched my interactions with my children.

I’m not the outgoing type at all. Meeting new people and jumping right into conversations are not easy for me.

Let's turn down a notch our unending quests to try harder or be better versions of ourselves.

Parenting books had forewarned me, but I still stepped right into the trap.

Tom Mayer writes about the decision to become an at-home father.

House-husband. Primary caregiver. At-home parent. Full-time dad. All these terms are descriptive, but I usually describe myself as an at-home dad.

In the beginning, he was nervous and unsure -- afraid of making a mistake. The brand-new gym shorts and T-shirt bore no telltale signs of an athlete.

How would our mothering experiences be different if we were no longer so exhausted- sometimes so completely exhausted- that we wake up in the mornings longing for just a few mor

“Are we really going to paint today, Mommy?” Brian had asked hopefully one day when he saw the brushes standing tall next to the unopened jars of paint.