Let people see you. Feel deeply. Speak your truth with courage, even if your voice shakes. You can’t let the light in without ...

Eighteen is a year overflowing with contradictions. Eighteen wants to be a child forever, yet he cannot wait to grow up. He loves his house and cannot wait to leave it. Eighteen is our teen living in ...

As a parent, I know how hard it can be to let go and allow our children to manage the bumps and bruises of life. I wish to protect my daughter from every difficulty and shield her from every hurt.

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I know I’m not the only one. Amid all the dorm drop-off and video-chat-with-the-dog stories, I’m here with two college students living at home. There are many good reasons for this — a terrific ...

I serve as an academic advisor at a large university which puts me in the unique position of witnessing firsthand what most of you only speculate about higher education and the college experience ...

The pharmacist in me made up a First Aid Kit and supply list for my son, which I put in a plastic box for him to take to the dorm. I also included instructions on what to take/use for what ailment and ...

I begged my parents not to come to my college graduation. It was an 8-hour drive from Brooklyn to Buffalo and I was only attending a small departmental graduation in my communication department. I ...

During my son’s years as an elementary school student and most of the middle school, I liked his friends a lot. He surrounded himself with sweet, curious, thoughtful kids who made good choices. Of ...

I’m a grandmother now. And even though I have more life behind me than in front of me, or maybe because of that, I find myself slowing down rather than speeding up. When I was a young mother, I was ...

Last July, my oldest daughter, who had just graduated from college, accepted a job offer in New York City. The fact that she had found a job — one that she happened to be very excited about — was ...

What? That can’t be. When did it happen that we don’t celebrate normal anymore? I’ll be the first to admit it and shout it from the rooftops….” I am not perfect, and I’m pretty much average.” My ...