The other day we had a little get-together for some girls in my oldest daughter's camp group. There was one girl who was a cautious spirit who stayed quiet.

My eldest daughter is strong-willed, and she can turn the smallest request into the biggest fight.

It’s impossible to be perfect because no one is, so we become plagued with mental health issues in the process.

“Why didn’t you catch her?” I yelled at my mom as the baby flew face forward down the slide. "You can't always catch her. Besides, she put her hands out." My mom answered.

My exterminator's wife has been fighting cancer. He told me this the other day while clearing out the ant farm in our basement.

We don’t need to keep our mental health struggles a secret. In fact, we should be talking to our children about them.

I'm teaching my kids that when someone's sad, you put their needs before your own.

I’m teaching my kids to ask and then listen. Make eye contact so that their eyes are embracing their friend in a comforting hug.

Highly sensitive people are human sponges, and it's hard always being sopping wet with everyone’s EVERYTHING.

I’d rather my daughter be screaming and crying, fists pounding on the floor, than for her to get her way by acting like that.

I want to hear more about the nice girls. The ones that will leave a crowded table to sit with you, so you don't have to be alone.