For The Love Of Children: Help Us With The China Earthquake Effort

Every time I open the newspaper or click open a news feed these days, my heart breaks. Breaks. War, crime, natural disaster: there's always something. And in recent days in particular, with the death toll in Burma climbing while authorities there continue to stymie aid efforts, and now the earthquake in China... I can barely stand to open the newspaper or follow the news links because I know that I'm going to have to hold my breath and press my fists to my eyes to keep from crying.

Mom-Bloggers Saved My Life! (A Mother's Day Ode)

As I keep reminding anybody who will listen to me, I will - gods willing - give birth in the very near future. It will be my second time 'round the childbirthing block, but I gotta say: this part (the preparing to give birth part, and, I assume, the birthing part itself) is none the easier for having been there before.

Whither 'Tis Nobler To Shun Intervention in Childbirth, Or Just Have The Damn Baby, Whatever It Takes

I'm due to give birth in about three weeks. Possibly sooner, if this massive baby gets his way and manages to punch his way out before then. I'll be giving birth in a hospital, attended by our family doctor, and, yes, there will be drugs. Epidural me, baby. PLEASE.

It Takes A (Virtual) Garden, To Raise A Green Child

Narcissists, my ass. Bloggers are the new social movement, the swelling wave of social change, the next generation of activist-artists who put their figurative money where their literal keyboards are.

Give A Girl A Sandwich, Give A Girl A Future

Last week, I asked whether you'd be willing to give up a latte or two to save a life. This week, the challenge is going to be a little less dramatic but a lot more direct in terms of comparison: would you give up one of your own take-out lunches to provide a classroom of African schoolgirls with their own (more badly needed) lunch?