When I first moved in with my parents when I was in my twenties, I didn’t expect the deal to take me into my thirties. I stayed because, although it was different from what anyone in my social circle did, I was surprised by how much we all enjoyed it. In this house of three
As a native New Yorker, I thought my move to Tennessee was temporary. But deep down I’m a country girl. Starting out more than a thousand miles away from loved ones is a challenge, especially when a new mom is no longer of childbearing age. My daughter Violet longed for friends and so did I.
I headed upstairs to retrieve the laundry basket, trying to get one more task done before losing the day to the endless emails and Zoom meetings of my remote job. As I was picking up discarded clothes (which is why my husband is a software engineer and not a basketball player), I noticed my phone
My husband and I started working when we were 14 years old. When our oldest son told us he wanted to do the same, we were ready to help him achieve it. But it was a challenge because most companies require employees to be at least 16 years old, sometimes 18. We knew we had
Our daughter, now 9 years old, was born in Fort Lauderdale and is growing up here. My family lives a 10-hour flight away in France, while my husband’s family is a six-hour flight away in New Mexico. This means no free babysitting or backup daycare, no matter the situation. We are alone if we want
I didn’t expect that my children growing up would make me think so much about my parents. When my children were young, my wife and I were consumed by the immediate demands of parenthood. There were diapers to change, lunches to prepare, and sleepless nights to survive. The vast majority of my focus was on