No offense to any octogenarians out there. I’m just not ready to be you yet.
So, here we are, staring at Easter already and… more candy.
She intended to work with children, but her love for health and fitness ultimately took over her career ambitions.
“Mom, what’s a lesbian? … Someone at school called me one, and I want to know what it is.”
It’s time to dust off those shelves that never see a dust rag, clean out those kitchen cabinets and my clothes closet.
The 28-year-old dishes on discipline, sacrifices (fewer shoes) and her well-mannered 1-year-old.
Author archive: Al Watts
If dads want to demand equal treatment as parents, then we need to step up our involvement.
I recently attended the 17th Annual At-Home Dads Convention and can’t wait to share what I’ve learned.
I saw first-hand how easily a person with ill intentions could lure my daughter away.
Don’t like your teacher assignment? Deal with it.
Parents are busy. Kids are impatient. “No” is quick and easy. And sometimes wrong.
Our oldest turns 10 soon and the talk around the playground at school is already about which boys like which girls.
I love being outdoors, but I didn’t treat my allergies and asthma until later in life. Read why.
It suggests I’m just a replacement for mom and that I’m just subbing in while she’s at work.
Many dads are trying to step up. Moms need to consider letting them.
Yankee pitcher Joba Chamberlain suffered an ankle injury thanks to trampolines.
We don’t like splitting up. But we realized the odds were against us with kids in after-school activities.
My brother was always getting under my skin. But I admire what he has accomplished both professionally and as a father.
Sometimes I felt utterly alone. Sometimes I wished I could be alone. Learn how I survived.
At 2, our kids stopped napping and research now says they may face emotional problems.
Unborn babies deserve saving but not their mothers?
Maybe with a little luck, and a little effort, we’ll get through.
Each of our kids has a favorite we’ve read over and over. Do yours?
By accusing first and asking questions later, I cheated my child of a chance to explain.
A stranger reminded us we can spare a moment to make our kids happy, and that Santa sometimes wears black.
My dining room looks like Picasso attacked, the basement walls like hockey backboards. Have I given up?