My daughter moves unabashedly through this world taking up as much space as she damn well pleases. I want to be like my 12-year-old daughter!
I mean, it can’t be real, right? Weight Watchers offering free memberships to teens - come on! Wrong. It’s real.
I actually thought this was a joke. I mean, it can’t be real, right? Weight Watchers offering free memberships to teens - come on! Wrong. It’s real.
Wondering how to talk to your kids about consent? It's not hard as you’d think — the conversation changes over the years, but it’s all the same framework.
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Even now, I hesitate to call my child’s behavior abusive. But it’s impossible to avoid the parallels between my situation now and how I felt when I was being abused by my partner.
Yelling. Throwing things. Name-calling. The only thing that holds me back from calling my teenager’s behavior abuse is that they are my child.
When I look into his eyes, I see my own. And in them, I see the disease we share reflected, bipolar disorder.
I look in his eyes and I see my own. I see pain and confusion; I see the boy I loved so dearly and the man I love even more. I gave my son bipolar disorder.
Are there any good reasons to buy your teenager a car, other than making them happy?
How is a teenage pimp made?
There's a popular saying that "Raising teens is like trying to nail jello to a wall" — and this is a perfect metaphor for parenting teenagers.
Air pollution, noise pollution, water pollution. The list goes on. And of all the environmentally unsound ways to poison the atmosphere, I’m probably most guilty of committing “t-shirt pollution.”