Maybe you have a strong hunch like I do that you are raising a highly sensitive child. If children were cute little packages that we order and have delivered at our doorsteps, yours would be handed down flashing the warning ‘Fragile; Handle with care’. Maybe your heart breaks like mine ... View Post

I dipped my feet into the warm dreamy waters of working from home after ditching my day job four years ago. I envisioned a cozy life, blissful even. The plan was to achieve my career goals while savoring my kids’ milestones and giggles. I felt like a cute little ice cream cone topped in caramel ... View Post

I grew up grateful that my parents were not excessively strict with us. They let some of our mistakes slide. Mom, for instance, didn't always crack the whip when my sisters and I forgot the boiling milk on the fire till the raging flames had obliterated the last drop. With a dampened heart, she ... View Post

The speed at which my kids flip from being best friends to rivals is dizzying. One moment they are cuddled up in a hug with my preschooler declaring her endless love for her younger sister. The next moment they are in a fierce tussle over a toy. Never mind that there are oodles of other toys lying ... View Post

As is our confidence, so is our capacity - William Hazlitt. My jaw drops every time I stumble upon a child dripping confidence. Childish innocence wrapped in confidence is nothing short of surreal. I would love the confidence bug to gnaw on my kids in their tender years. In my occasional ... View Post