It’s not easy for a woman to call out other women. But sometimes it’s necessary. I grew up hearing stories about my great-grandmother, a woman I was taught to admire deeply. Recently, I read a family report describing how she divorced her husband in the 1930s. At the time, the divorce rate hovered around one percent. Divorce was not something people discussed openly. It was whispered about, usually followed by judgmental stares and quiet condemnation. Despite the stigma, my g

You look around your daughter’s fifth-grade classroom and start forming impressions. Some kids look effortlessly stylish. Others appear to be wearing hand-me-downs. A few look like they rolled out of bed just minutes before carpool arrived. Now, tell me — which four children in this class of twenty have an invisible disability ? Hard to tell, isn’t it? That’s because you can’t. There are no signs, no obvious clues. These kids look just like their neurotypical peers. You’d nev

There’s a song I grew up with that’s been on my mind today: “Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don’t walk behind me, I may not...

Having good neighbors is truly a blessing. When our kids were younger, they would watch movies together, bounce on the trampoline, and...