I sat cross-legged on the tile floor, trying to negotiate my baby’s arm through her onesie sleeve. “We don’t actually need to go,” I told my husband, who was leaning on the doorframe. I was dressed ...
So here it is again. I'm referring to that sinking feeling that you get when your adult children leave your home after a lovely visit. Or maybe you've been on a vacation with your young adult kids and ...
On her first full day of preschool, Alexander Lane’s 3-year-old daughter stayed in the car for an hour at drop-off because she didn’t want to go inside. On the second day, she entered class in tears.
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