When it comes to orthopaedic disorders in children, it is natural for parents to become concerned when it affects the way their child walks. However, understanding the more common orthopaedic conditions -— and knowing that many conditions are just variations of normal — can help parents recognize wh
Summer vacations can be extremely challenging not only for children with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), but their parents as well. While it is nice to take a break from the day-to-day activities, it is important to maintain structure and consistency in an effort to maintain the skills children have
How do you tell a little boy his grandfather has died? This was not a question I had ever wanted to ask. And when faced with answering it, I struggled and stumbled.
TV was my friend as a child. Then it was just me and my mom and when she had to work, I occupied myself watching “I Love Lucy,” “Abbott & Costello” and “The Smurfs.
When I was a little girl I never really gave much thought to what kind of mother I would be or how I would parent. All I knew was that I would be a mother and that I was going to have a daughter.
I admit there are some days when I am at a total loss as to how to entertain my kid. He has mounds of toys and yet sometimes there is nothing for us to play with.
Today is my birthday. Happy birthday to me! I am 38 for those who are curious. Now, I have never been one for freaking out over getting older, though when I turned 20 I do distinctly remember thrashing around my dorm room distraught that no matter what I did I would no longer ever be considered a ch
I have been wondering recently if it is it OK for me to write about my son here. I tell funny stories about him, my challenges with motherhood and, what got me thinking about this, our struggles with his developmental delay.
I really want to go to Paris. I have been to Paris, several times actually. I’ve seen The Louvre and eaten the food. But for some reason Paris gnaws at me as something I am missing.
At the eight-week ultrasound, it was apparent even before the doctor said anything definitive. I looked at the monitor and there was just a space in a little black hole.
Ever since my 2-1/2-year-old son pointed to a picture of my mother and said, “Mommie,” I have been aware that I have fallen into the inevitable and have become my mother.
I recently took my son to the playground in New York City where I grew up. I looked around and all I could see was me, about 8 years old, in a red satin jacket lacing up my blue Adidas roller skates with the yellow stripes.
