In a hyper-connected world, the relationships that matter are sometimes difficult to maintain because they still need time and touch. They fray under the weight of obligations and duties.
The Mommy Wars have been around for decades, but now social media and an alarming holier-than-thou attitude has elevated this ongoing battle to the shrill heights of absurdity.
Magazines and TV shows that highlight the lifestyle of the ultra-wealthy are reminders that most of us will likely never live in a fancy crib. It’s tough fighting off the feelings of inadequacy.
Much of what we know about social interactions we learned by the monkey bars. Keeping children imprisoned in the classroom robs them of the lessons of unstructured play.
Francis’ new document on family and marriage is more realistic and less dogmatic, but it does not change the Catholic Church’s stance on gay marriage, contraception or abortion.
Artificial intelligence programs can now write novels and news stories, sketch works of art and compose songs. This is both exciting and a little frightening.
As more fathers publicly announce they want to spend time with their children, the struggle to reconcile conflicting responsibilities between work and home has become a mainstream challenge, not just a woman’s problem.
Speaking more than one language has been shown to improve cognitive skills and is now believed to protect against age-related dementia. For me, the ability to express feelings with two sets of words is an advantage and a blessing.
The emoji of clasped hand has made our pleas to the Almighty as easy as a tap on a smart phone and all faiths encourage some form of prayer, but doubt of its efficacy persists.
Perhaps it’s a sign of the times, an indication of the changing demographics in our country that the growth in the adult diaper market is outpacing all paper household staples. Forget toilet paper, baby wipes, tissues and napkins. Depend Silhouette and Always Discreet are the newest hot consumer items, manufacturers’ answer to the aging but physically active consumer who wouldn’t be caught wearing something that proclaims the relentless onslaught of the calendar.
This is a column about choices, the joy and responsibility of having them. This is about doing the unexpected, about breaking with tradition, about forging forward and following one’s heart — and brain.
If one needed a reminder to dial into Best Behavior Mode while in public, consider the cautionary tale of a Miami doctor who became a viral sensation — and not in a good way — when she accosted an Uber driver.
She has grown old. Her snout has turned white and her tail-wagging feels a bit (and a beat) off. She rarely runs in circles around the yard, and sometimes — mornings especially — she staggers up from her bed, the weight of the world on her shoulders. These days, she prefers to cut her walks short. Apparentl,y the lure of neighborhood smells isn’t what it once was.
