Allergic Living
https://www.allergicliving.com/2015/11/23/food-allergy-meets-the-teenage-brain/
Sydney Harris, a self-assured, 19-year-old college student, wasn’t always so comfortable with her food allergies. When she was diagnosed with severe allergies at the end of eighth grade, she had to “navigate through a whole new world of challenges.”
Allergic Living
https://www.allergicliving.com/2014/10/09/good-enough-mother/
When my child was diagnosed with multiple food allergies nine years ago, I could not have predicted the anxiety, guilt, and self-blame that I would experience as a mother.
CNN.com
https://www.cnn.com/2012/05/16/opinion/hewett-siegel-mommy-wars/index.html
The “mommy war” between stay-at-home and working mothers is in danger of being overshadowed by another maddening contest: the one between mothers in the U.S. and France. Two recent books, Pamela Druckerman’s Bringing Up Bébé and Karen Le Billon’s French Kids Eat Everything, make the case that French parents raise kids who behave and eat far better than their American counterparts.
The New York Times Motherlode Blog
https://archive.nytimes.com/parenting.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/10/21/the-allergen-free-cake-that-wasnt
Nearly one-third of food-allergic children are bullied because of their allergies, according to a study published earlier this year in Pediatrics. Rather than blame the bully, what if we spun the discussion and asked: What does it take to create truly inclusive environments?
CNN.com
https://www.cnn.com/2012/02/14/opinion/hewett-food-allergies-school/index.html
Today on Valentine’s Day, my child and I will sift through the candy received from third-grade classmates and throw most of it away. Although the tradition of trading chocolate and sugared hearts seems harmless, it actually poses a risk to my child and the millions of other American children who suffer from severe food allergies.
The Mothers Movement Online
https://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/08/24/AR2007082401208.html
I loved The Nanny Diaries, the 2002 bestseller by a pair of former nannies who served up a merciless satire of the overly moneyed in Manhattan, their neglected children and their exploitive ways with the domestic help. Part comedy, part class commentary, the novel was a good laugh, and I expect I'll enjoy the movie version that opened on Friday every bit as much. But as a working mother, I can't help noting how little the story has to do with reality—either with the situation of parents like me, who depend on nannies and babysitters to care for our children, or with the lives of most women who work as caregivers.
The Washington Post
https://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/08/24/AR2007082401208.html
I loved The Nanny Diaries, the 2002 bestseller by a pair of former nannies who served up a merciless satire of the overly moneyed in Manhattan, their neglected children and their exploitive ways with the domestic help. Part comedy, part class commentary, the novel was a good laugh, and I expect I'll enjoy the movie version that opened on Friday every bit as much. But as a working mother, I can't help noting how little the story has to do with reality—either with the situation of parents like me, who depend on nannies and babysitters to care for our children, or with the lives of most women who work as caregivers.
Motherwell
https://motherwellmag.com/2021/04/20/how-yoga-has-helped-me-parent-my-teen-during-the-pandemic/
You wake up each morning never knowing which way it’s going to go. Some mornings you go into his bedroom and he starts to stir. You raise the blinds and the sun streams in. He smiles. Or, he doesn’t smile, but he doesn’t cry out, either. You smooth his hair back from his wide forehead. He can hide behind his hair, it’s getting so long. His chubby cheeks are just as smooth as when he was a little boy, before he entered this gangly phase.
Minerva Rising
https://minervarising.com/subscribe/issue-16-what-matters/
I grew up in a time and a place where it was quite clear what girl and woman meant. I chafed at some of these expectations and met others. Most of all, I wanted to be pretty and smart, capable and adored. I liked dressing up, which my parents expected me to do for special occasions. Some dresses I loved. Others left me feeling torn.