We have a holy obligation to bring about paradise on this earth; each generation helps us do that.

Happy kids are safer kids, because happy kids have adults they can ask for help.

Sometimes it feels like Father’s Day is more about enshrining a myth than it is about facing the realities of fatherhood.

We cannot begin to find ourselves without love.

It can be a lonely time for those of us whose arms are empty.

Can I do it again? Do I even dare? Do I have the strength? Because the cradle might be empty—again.

Make sure, both at Christmastime and in other times, that you ask for that which you really want.

We seek blessed assurance through pandemic chaos, relentless loss, and unimaginable stress.

We teach girls to be likeable, to be nice, to be false. And we do not teach boys the same. This is dangerous.

In these days of so much uncertainty, may we choose honesty over comfort, love over complacency, and truth over convenience.

One day, I’ll have to care for my mother as she once cared for me. I’m not ready to handle the truth that our relationship must change.

This is a prayer for working parents zooming another meeting with a little face joining in; for new parents, waiting for new life without support; for the single parents, doing all this alone.

Our conversations about the history of our country—the actions of our ancestors—can be made new and relevant and understandable. We can and must have these conversations.

Sometimes, I know I'm hanging onto a part of my life that I'll eventually need to let go of...but not just yet.

Sometimes grief sends notice ahead of time; sometimes, it shows up as an unwelcome, uninvited guest.

We can’t always predict which choices will wind up having a huge impact on us, whether it's bringing home a stuffed animal or taking a particular train to Oxford Circus.

For all the mothers and mother figures The grandmothers, aunts, and extended family members who mother The soon-to-be mothers, the wish-they-were mothers, the never-wanted-to-be mothers, the “it’s complicated” mothers The birth mothers, foster mothers, adoptive mothers, stepmothers The “used...

I’d gotten in the habit of keeping my head down and hardly noticing where I was or who was around me. On this day, I decided to greet the world differently.

Tell me the story of my birth, and help me understand how you were changed the day I entered the world. Help me know love, deep in my bones.

My heart broke the day my son stood in the bathroom crying. He handed me a pair of scissors and told me to just cut it. I told him how beautiful his hair was and how sad I would be to see him cut it.