Gemma Hartley

I spent the better part of two years a frazzled mess over things that ultimately didn’t matter. My child was still growing up perfectly normal, even when he didn’t follow the straight and narrow path set forth by his pediatrician. I was driving myself over the edge for nothing.

I wonder because I think I'm making the same mistakes with my daughter. She hardly eats. She's very picky. I feel like food is a constant struggle between us. I also feel like it's all my fault.

My six-year-old son got into the car after school and declared he only wanted to have one kid when he grew up.

I could very easily slip through the next four years with blinders on and feel largely unaffected by the political climate. Which is why it’s so important for me to remind myself every day to stay in the fight. Even when it doesn't affect me personally, I owe it to my allies to remain vigilant all (four) year(s) long.

We are often so focused on what we say to girls, that we forget the impact our words have on our boys. One flippant mention of my son’s “skinny” figure has turned into a source of unnecessary turmoil for him, and has lead to this difficult but important conversation about body image.

It wasn’t the name I would have picked — not originally, at least — but as days turned into weeks, it grew on me.

I hate some of the things I see my friends and family post on Facebook.

Sometimes, I think back to all the ridiculous things I did for boys when I was younger and cringe.

Last week, the internet went into an understandable uproar when a Christian woman decided to take to Facebook to talk about how she is

If you were to walk into my house on any given day, you wouldn’t know that I am an efficient and organized person.