“No matter how much you love me Mommy, I love you more,” my four-year-old says cupping my face with her little hands.  I can see her chipped red nail polish and ragged edges that need to be clipped out of the corner of my eye.  Looking ...

I took my seven-year-old daughter and her friends to see a play the other day at our local community theatre.  It was a classic tale with a great message about a nice dragon that everyone assumed was mean, so they wanted to slay him.  Ultim...

What is it about women that we need to make each other feel guilty for choices that are different than ours? I know a woman who owns her own business and she told me that a friend  made her feel bad for not constant...