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Sal's Shoes collects used shoes from families to send directly to children who need them.
From the time our boys were babies, we were so desperate for a few hours of respite that we turned our house into a library with a nasty librarian. Now they can't sleep without silence — and I know how well that ends.
The St. Baldrick's Foundation inspired two young people to give their passion, and to write in about it.
There’s a common perception that with cancer in the house, the mood is all death and dying, gloom and doom. But there can be laughter and humor, too.
My daughter is still a little girl, with a stuffed Piglet and Velcro-fastened shoes. For years, she's dictated her letter to Santa to me. This year, things were different.
For my daughter’s fifth birthday, I put together a book of photos that I thought captured her short life. And then I realized that every picture I had chosen made it all look perfect.
This year, my husband will return from his predeployment work-ups to spend Christmas with us, and my daughter will get her wish. Next year, there will be nothing even Santa can do.
Maybe the perfect gift is one that arrives later, in the form of a monthly delivery of books, geek toys, craft supplies or more.
We cannot use seasonal charitable giving to put a fig leaf over the ways our passion for cheap clothes and toys contributes to the problems we try to help solve with our donations.
Rather than a one-way transfer of my beliefs to them, my kids, now 19 and 16, are teaching me to see the world—and my in-laws—with new eyes.
I understand why the naughty list helps some parents. But for my anxious daughter, it's the opposite of Christmas magic. Bless the mall Santa who understood that.
Every year, I try to find a way to embrace the ephemeral, cherry-blossom nature of December, and the way it wallops you over the head with the passage of time.
I thought overseas adoption would be my route to parenthood, but when I visited Sierra Leone, I found the situation there more complex than it seemed.
When a student decides to declare Santa a fraud, there's little a teacher or parent can do.
When I was four months pregnant, a friend asked this question casually over lunch. I hadn't yet thought of it that way.
The house is paid for. The car is paid for. Everything else, we're barely covering. I can't find a job for the life of me—and if I do, who will look after the baby?
Celebrating Hanukkah and Christmas has made me aware of how much easier the outside world makes it to protect one tradition over the other.
Proposed CDC guidelines would have doctors promote the benefits of circumcision in newborns, teenagers and adults, but parents will still make their own decisions—sometimes for unexpected reasons.
An on-again, off-again schedule to deployment is hard on all of us. In a weak moment, I told my husband that it was easier when he's gone, and I regretted it instantly.
Join me and New England Center for Investigative Reporting's Elizabeth Daley, along with experts Dr. Kecia Gaither and Athena Cherry this afternoon, Dec. 15, 2014, from 2 p.m. to 3 p.m. Eastern time, for a live chat about the reliability of prenatal screenings.