A Letter to My Son About the Election
My son is 13 years old, and the current election will likely be the first one he remembers into adulthood. There are therefore a few things I want to make sure he understands.
My son is 13 years old, and the current election will likely be the first one he remembers into adulthood. There are therefore a few things I want to make sure he understands.
I had an encounter with the police a few weeks ago. I am an avid cyclist, and had a flat while on a ride, about 15 miles from home. I was struggling to change my tire when a local officer drove by, stopped to see if I needed help, and offered to drive me to my house.
On Tuesday, I wrote of talking with my son and other children about the Orlando massacre. Here are a few similar pieces by others. Would that we never had to write them.
My 13-year-old son said all the kids on his bus today were talking about the shooting in Orlando. At some point, we cannot shelter our children from news such as this. But how do we talk about it with them?
On Saturday, my son became a bar mitzvah, taking on the mantle of Jewish adulthood. I couldn’t be prouder—and I couldn’t be more thankful for the family and friends who came together to support him.
I’m about to be the mother of a teenager. A little event we’re having for the occasion on Saturday means I’m going to be too busy actually parenting to be writing about parenting for the next couple of days. Hope you understand.
Many of us parents spend a lot of time taking our children to museums. One person has made it their mission to help museums be more welcoming experiences for all families—and their handy chart on family-inclusive language will be useful for museums and more.
This week’s must-read is New York magazine’s story of a lesbian couple’s simultaneous pregnancies—but they’re far from the first two-mom couple to do this.
Sometimes as parents we do what we think is right for our kids only to find out that it’s not. That’s why a new compilation of research about the link between family acceptance and LGBTQ youth wellbeing is so important, especially for youth with anti-LGBTQ parents.
I was among the first generation of kids to see the original Star Wars movie in 1977. I was 10 then, and when the third installment rolled around six years later, I was waiting in line for hours with friends at the local theater on opening day. I’ll be seeing The Force Awakens with my own son this week, and have been reflecting on some of the lessons I’ve learned from the series and what it has meant to me.