Elizabeth Laura Nelson

“Parenting” has become a competitive sport. But it’s kids who are losing. Let your kids screw up.

The only thing worse than being in a bad mood, is dealing with someone else’s bad mood.

My anxiety doesn’t mean I can’t be a good parent. In fact, it makes me a better one.

This is your brain on love. And it’s scary.

We’ve probably all heard it a million times: relationships are hard work.

Clutter is a distraction, causing you to lose focus and get sidetracked, and it also signals your brain to feel that your work is never done.

As a person who writes about relationships for a living, I might be one of the people least in need of all this well-meaning advice, which usually amounts to clichés and can even veer into the territory of outright insults. What I need – what most of us need – is for people to hear me, and to trust me.

Go ahead. Give in to the misery.

Does chronic anxiety ever make you feel like a flake?

Real self-care: Forget pedicures and bubble baths.