Browsing: First Person

Most families come home from a summer vacation relaxed and tanned, with souvenirs and seashells. We return with stories of…

Deborah Cavanagh’s note: My husband and I had different ideas about family before we were married. He wanted five children.…

I am not much like my father. Oh, there are some similarities—the tendency to yell when a child is about…

I keenly remember the opening volley in the Birthday Party Battles in my town. It was years ago on a…

My husband likes to burst my balloon. This frustrates me to no end. If I don’t deflect him, he usually…

As I spend my days driving my two children from Fayetteville-Manlius High School to the Montessori School of Syracuse, CNY…

When I was a child, people with special needs were not seen regularly in society. There were institutions, or families…

I’m writing this from bed, as I wrote the previous three columns. I have a connective-tissue disease called Ehler’s-Danlos syndrome.…

When I was 3 years old, I learned my first lesson in caring for another person. I woke from an…