I’ve been seeing lots of those stick family car stickers around town, mostly on the back windows of mommy vans and stud-daddy SUVs. What’s the point of these stickers?

My angel-faced son was not quite 2 years old when the director of his church preschool called to tell me my boy had dropped a wooden block on his foot, then yelled, “S**t!”

I’ve been talking to other parents about how they keep up with what their kids are doing online and elsewhere. And I’ve been thinking about issues like trust and responsibility and the dangers posed by the interconnected, information-rich world most of us live in.

Here are a few recessionary ideas for throwing fun — but cheap — par-tays for your kidlings.

Experts say that chores help kids learn responsibility and build self-esteem. That’s great, but I need more non-negotiable child labor around here.

The recall’s hitting me at home, in my mostly all-natural organic, locally sourced home — and in my community.

How many times a day do you say, or in my case, yell: “Go wash your hands!” If you’re an elementary school teacher, probably 500 times daily. If you’re a parent of smallish children, at least 200 times. I’m exaggerating, but if you’re not telling your kids to wash their freakin’ hands all the freakin’ […]

My 10-year-old girl wants to understand where she “comes from.” We’ve covered the basic biology lesson of how babies are made, which she finds both fascinating and disgusting. Lately, she’s more interested in family history, genealogy and inherited character traits. She’s particularly intrigued with the origins of her interests and abilities. The other day she […]

Here’s a video sneak preview of this week’s Edgy Mama column.

Since it’s time to look back at the past year, and because we Americans love making lists, I offer you my list of memorable moms of 2008.

Here’s a video preview of this week’s Edgy Mama column.

Recently, I’ve been looking for locally made gifts for kids for the fast-approaching holidays, and I want to share my finds with you.

I swear my kids have talked more to me about their costume plans over the past few years than almost any other subject.

So the morning rush begins. By the time everyone’s fed and dressed, lunches and backpacks packed, shoes and jackets located, and both kidlings bundled out the door at 7:15, I’m exhausted.