Sarah Fader

She was beautiful; I wanted to love her. But there was this nagging voice inside me: "What if I can’t love this baby as much as my son? Is there enough love for both of my children?"

I have two kids and I curse like a sailor. I do not curse at them, but I curse around them. And they know the difference. I tell them that "fuck" and "shit" are curse words, that they are for grownups to say. I don’t sugarcoat them. But I also do not intend to give up the words that offer me a level of catharsis I can’t seem to locate elsewhere in the English language.

It's completely normal to be a woman and enjoy sex. The trouble is that when I’ve expressed my sexuality openly online, I’ve encountered some unwanted attention from men.

My brief experience with online dating taught me that I hate it with a fiery passion. As a woman, I felt objectified and like a lot of the men on there wanted to see pictures of me so that they could judge if I was hot enough to go out for coffee with. I was already resentful and angry. And I know that I’m not alone. My female friends who have been involved in online dating have commiserated with me on this.

You might think you’re not working hard enough and that’s why you can’t find anything to talk about. That isn’t necessarily what is happening here.

From the day that I had my first panic attack at age 15, my life was never the same. I looked up at my mother, wanting her to save me.

Sarah Fader shares why she believes that few things are more important for her son to learn than empathy.

There is someone in your life who loves you unconditionally — your dog.

Being a grown-up means you have to care a lot about money. If you do anything (like leave your house) and you become thirsty, you have to consider if you should buy something to drink or save that two dollars.

Plenty of moms out there hate housework as much as their kids do, but there is no fairy godmother en route to tidy up for us. Here's how to get those dishes done, with or without a good attitude about it.