I headed into my first official “parent-teacher” conference with the feeling I was going to get blind-sided, and I was not wrong. It all started with Punk’s teacher saying, “Well, he does like to go off by himself. He really gets into those...

I was just steering Punk out of his classroom after school the other day when his teacher called out to me with that there's-something-you-ought-to-know-about-your-kid-and-if-you-don't-do-something-about-it-you're-a-bad-parent voice. "Ms....

Ah, the holidays are here: Cosy fires. Candles in the window. Roasting turkeys. Towers of presents. Outrageous desserts. Family togetherness. And tension, discord, and stress. So how to minimize the misery and maximize the fun? I have an answer of...

The tired-looking woman at the doctor’s office shoves a towering stack of paperwork at me. After relentless haranguing by the boys' school, we’re here at the D.C. branch of a national HMO to get their age-four shots. � And it doesn’t bode well...

T-Rex is hunched on the couch, arms folded, glaring at me. He’s staked his position, and he’s not budging: “I don’t like playschool. I’m staying here!” I’m glaring back at him, BlackBerry in my backpack buzzing work requests it seems I...