The Trayvon Martin case, as it has come to be known, has revealed a disconcerting level of ignorance on the part of American citizens about how our courts of justice work.
Recently, a boy at my daughter’s Christian high school revealed to his lunch table buddies that he is gay.
My daughter’s smartphone buzzed when she was out of the room. I picked it up to see who was texting her and was puzzled by the message that previewed on the screen, so I read the entire exchange. What I discovered concerned me. When I talked to her about it, she turned the tables on me and said I’d invaded her privacy. The issue I discovered is important and I don’t want to lose the chance to guide her behavior, but now we’re arguing only about privacy and whether I trust her. How much privacy should I allow my daughter?
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To: Marybeth From: Preteen Parent How do I survive a moody 12-year-old daughter without damaging our relationship (or killing her)?
In this week’s email, a question comes from parents who don’t want their fourth grader to take the school district’s sex ed class.
Mom-blogger Ursula Hennessey, writing last week at OnTheCulture.com, questioned the lax supervision provided by too many parents of teens.
From this week’s email, a message from a dad whose ex-wife doesn’t share his concerns about the influence of the culture on their high schooler and preteens.
For years, I’ve stood at the intersection of parenting and politics, trying to point out the myriad ways in which we are letting our culture change our children, only to anticipate with certain alarm the impact those changes will have on the character and spirit of our families and the communities we share.
Last week at a speaking engagement in Illinois, I asked my audience of parents to tell me about their kids.
In this 40th year of legalized abortion in America, Hollywood and Planned Parenthood want you to know abortion is no big deal.
I’m always on the hunt for positive news, there being such consistent media focus on the bad stuff. Most days, headlines essentially read, “Handbasket full; hell in sight.”
I bought a picture frame on Saturday. It’s just a simple, black, 5-by-7-inch frame with a plain white mat, suitable for the black and white photo my daughter took on Christmas Eve of our dog, Scotty, sitting at the feet of my dad (a supposed dog opponent).
If you have access to the Internet, you likely have read a viral blog post by single mother of four Liza Long titled “I Am Adam Lanza’s Mother.” The piece has had millions of hits on the various sites on which it has been published. If you haven’t seen it, check your email. Someone has forwarded it to you by now.
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Here’s my theory about viral emails: There are only two reasons emails go viral on the Internet. They’re either too good to be true or they’re so true that they simply must be shared. Think about it.
It was only 7:15 last Tuesday evening when my daughter, who works in conservative journalism, texted me to say the election was lost. For a painful four hours, I watched the results confirm her early analysis. When it was clear the president would be re-elected and Republican challenger Mitt Romney had lost, I took an over-the-counter sleep aid and went to bed.
Someone should take a poll asking Americans how they feel about polling. I’m pretty sure our shared distaste for it is one thing about which nearly all of us would agree.
About the new video from a group that calls itself the Future Children Project, which promotes its pro-Obama message in a song performed by a children’s choir: You people must be joking.
If it weren’t so obvious, it might be ironic. On Monday, a USA Today/Gallup poll among likely voters in the top 12 battleground states revealed a startling demographic shift: Women are moving toward Republican Mitt Romney, thanks in large measure to the candidates’ respective performances in the first presidential debate earlier this month in Denver.