siblings

As I compare my body with other women expecting their second, or even third, I remind myself that this is my fifth child. I am OK. This is my fifth baby. My fourth pregnancy. I look normal for that. But to anyone else, I am a surprise. "Second trimester? Goodness, I thought you were almost due!"

As I compare my body with other women expecting their second, or even third, I remind myself that this is my fifth child. I am OK. This is my fifth baby. My fourth pregnancy. I look normal for that. But to anyone else, I am a surprise. "Second trimester? Goodness, I thought you were almost due!"

It was a tradition of theirs. When siblings Sue and Johnny went home to their mother’s for Christmas, they watched the 11 o’clock local news.

Why are women so content with being a cold, distant, light-stealing stone?

Millie lowered her voice and asked me if I had plans for the rest of the day. Did I want to make some mushroom tea and watch Frozen in Union Square?

My little sister would name every dead animal that we came across. This is not how to grieve. This is not how to behave with animals.

A new study is questioning why babies cry all night and generally exhaust their parents... and no it's not because they're hungry, wet, lonely or scared. It's way more calculated—we're talking Stewie-style world domination.