While you may be breaking out in a rash at this idea, I actually take great joy in my role providing puberty education to hundreds of fifth graders every year in my role as Team Leader for the ARC (Adolescent Resource Center) program at Children & Families First. In addition to talking to kids about puberty, I also help parents learn how to be more comfortable with these conversations themselves. I’m the parent of a 15-year-old and a 20-year-old, and even though I’ve talked a

If you are looking for a wild and crazy good time over a rainy and cold long weekend, I can’t recommend bathing suit shopping enough. They sell it ALL - cheeky bottoms, strapless tops, one-pieces, blousekinis, objectification of women, insecurities. You can find it ALL in the swimsuit section at your nearest Target and honestly, if you want to bring it up a notch, take your teenage daughter along with you. Long story short, the dressing rooms are open but my mind is closed. W

You read that right. Not SuperMom - super mom does the job from September to June. This year, she homeschooled, pivoted, carpooled, cooked dinner, cleaned her kitchen every 5 minutes, and did it all over again. Now, she is vaccinated and ready for re-entry. She’s ready for an ice cold Angry Orchard Rosé, a beach read, and take out. Her side job is empowering the youth of today to be the leaders of tomorrow, and she accomplishes this by doing as little as possible for the chil

This just in: Beginning this Friday in Delaware, FULLY VACCINATED people do not need to wear masks in public settings. So, in theory, the risk to those still unvaccinated or under-vaccinated is very low - because people will either be masked or vaccinated. Put another way - we spent the past year protecting ourselves and our neighbors using masks; now we’re trusting the vaccine to protect us. In other words, we are about to enter the biggest trust fall of our entire existence

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms, all the stepmoms, all the aunts, all the grandmothers, all the wingmoms. It takes a village to raise a child, and today was a good reminder to celebrate everyone in your village. You did this by texting them because somehow this day snuck up on you, even thought you thought about sending everyone a card and thought about buying a little gift to acknowledge their incredible role in your life but it just didn’t happen. You can’t do it all. In

What do you call it when self-care even feels like you have to force yourself in to it? Self-inflicted care? Because sometimes that’s what it comes down to. Like when you know the only way you can possibly get yourself to go for a walk / the gym / exercise / choose the salad is when there is some outside force of accountability? Is it even really self-care that way? Who knows. I know this: it’s May, and even though there are likely not going to be year end field trips or fiel