A fish. A car. A bear. No, scratch that—Winnie the Pooh. A baby. A cowgirl. A bumblebee. A fox. A firefighter. These are the answers...

“But it’s only a matter of time before he becomes the laughing stock of the team. Then the kids will exclude him from everything. No one will ever pass him the ball. It’s just a disaster waiting to happen.” “O.K.,” I said, rather astonished by his catastrophic prophecy. “But I think you’re maybe over-reacting. Does this per chance bring up something painful from your own past?”

He was so irked that he placed a leftover empty salad plate at the edge of the table to tempt one of the passing waiters. But as soon as she eyed it and moved in for the kill, he swept his napkin over it and slid it to safety beneath the table. Then, not finding this at all amusing, she outstretched her hand like a stern school teacher who had discovered the classroom clown hiding a perilous pea-shooter. “I’m going to take it anyway,” she chastised, “so you might as well give it up.”

I am officially suffering from an acute case of O.R.S. And it is seriously sucking the joy out of my life. You see, I used to be the bees knees, the cat’s pajamas, totally rad. And now? I’m nothing more than an inconvenient embarrassment whose sole value derives from driving small boys to and fro, continuously providing a never-ending supply of cut-up fruit, and paying for...everything!

I dove in and swam frantically towards the drowning passengers; all the while shouting to anyone who would listen, “Come on! Get in! We have to save them! Everyone just has to save one person.”

Before being a successful portrait artist, Chris Saper of Phoenix was a hospital administrator. She even worked on the team that started Phoenix Children’s...

Ah yes, I remember middle school well. I remember the stress. I remember the struggle. But today I remembered something I had burried away in the recesses of my mind. I remembered being embarrassed by my father.

I sang out triumphantly, “I won! I won! I finally beat you.” But after a moment, I saw clearly what that victory actually meant. That time was passing. That life was fleeting. That one generation makes way for the next. It was sad. Heartbreaking in a way I will never forget...

When my husband and I were first dating, we came across a beat-up desk in a second-hand store. We spent many evenings over the...

Lace up your skates, moms. It's time to hit the aisles and go for the gold. If you're fast and tough, you might actually secure that Justice League lunch box and water bottle your kid's been pining for all year. Show no mercy. It's back to school time.

If you were to see Wendy Cracchiolo and Tim Sheedy at the same event you might think they were good friends, or even siblings....

There is no “magic age” when a child is ready to stay alone. “A lot depends on the maturity level of the child and how...

So many people ask me if it feels weird that my daughter Ellis is married. No, it does not feel weird. It felt weirder when...

The mom at my gym told me there were water spots on her son’s letter and that he’d circled and labeled them “tears.” Can there be anything more painful than that?

I tried to prime Eli that it might be scary, hoping that maybe he’d opt out before I had to plink down 7 bucks and swelter alfresco in a long line of muggles outside the theatre

Following up on yesterday's post, the remaining five parenting experts recommended by Raising Arizona Kids e-newsletter subscribers: KEVIN LEHMAN Kevin Lehman, Ph.D. is an internationally renowned psychologist and New...