Having stayed away from my boys for three days, I wanted to surprise them. Hamley’s personnel recommended a duck that quacked, a chicken that lay eggs and an AlienRead More
Category: Parenting
I learn Salsa with a 11th grader. She says that in a class of thirty, she may be among the top half. To give you context, sheRead More
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My son is on a metal finding mission…Ever since he read that rocks and stones contain minerals, he is on a mission to find, collectRead More
I met a friend after a few years. An all in all career woman who breaks more investigative stories in a year than most journalistsRead More
Life is like Jenga. One wrong move and unexpectedly, it’s completely scattered on the floor. The building you so carefully put together, lies in pieces inRead More
My younger one is in discovery mode. If I pick a cup of tea, he wants to put a spoon in and stir, possibly dropRead More
Since my last post Because I Worry, I’ve been sitting with a persistent question—how do we raise children who understand boundaries, rejection, failure, and respect?
A movie, a memory, a moment with my son—everything is pointing to one thing: we have to start the conversation now. About sex, consent, failure, gender, media, anger, and how all of it affects our kids.
This post isn’t a checklist—it’s a work-in-progress from a home like yours.
Twelve thoughts. One intention: raise better humans.
Let’s begin, one uncomfortable conversation at a time.
This morning, I was introduced to the world of Incels—men angry at women for their loneliness and rejection. As I watched and read, it hit me: these aren’t just strangers in another country. They could be boys in our homes. Sons raised by mothers like you and me. This isn’t about blame—it’s about responsibility. If we want to change the narrative, we have to raise boys who can handle rejection without rage. Who grow into men, not monsters. One child, one home, one conversation at a time.
I wished you were a girl. The daughter I am to my mother, a cheeky brat like Abigail, the adorable but bull-headed Elena, oh and little Zara,Read More