This is Your Child’s Brain on Alcohol

Each Year, 40,000 American Children Are Born With Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders. The Costs of Caring for Them Are Staggering.

Social scientists have calculated that detrimental effects of alcohol cost the U.S. some $223.5 billion a year. We’re talking health issues such as liver disease, impaired driving, lost work due to hangovers, and emergency room visits. Alcohol costs substantially more to Americans than the harmful effects of illicit drug use ($151.4 billion) or tobacco ($167.8 billion).

But there’s a more disturbing cost that you might be surprised to learn about that’s not even factored into those staggering numbers: fetal alcohol spectrum disorders, the conditions that can result when a mother drinks …

Near Dusk

It’s not the first time I’ve walked in woods
with my son, now thirty two, who squats
like a frog about to hop off the log’s edge.
It’s not the …

My First Week of Kindergarten

I Thought I Was Prepared for My Son’s Education to Begin. It Turned Out I Wasn’t Quite Ready, and Neither Are California’s Public Schools.

“Wait, Daddy,” you say.

You are 5, and you have your priorities. You are reassembling the wooden train tracks into a new configuration. You are building an airplane hangar out of …

I Was a Psychotic Soccer Mom

Living Vicariously Through My Daughter Allowed Me to Celebrate Her Skills—and How Organized Sports Have Changed Life for Young Women Since I Was a Girl

I grew up in Minnesota in the 1960s and ’70s, before the passage of Title IX—the education amendment that provides for gender equity in athletics.

Had I grown up in …

Walking Alone After Dark

For a Mile and a Half Each Night, I Make To-Do Lists, Listen to Bruce Springsteen, and Occasionally Find Answers to Life’s Big Questions

After we moved two years ago to Montrose, a Glendale neighborhood tucked against the Verdugo Hills, some friends—all moms like me—found out I walked every night. They wanted to set …

Your Edgy Billboard Is My Kid’s Nightmare

What Rights Do We Have to Shield Ourselves from Offensive Outdoor Advertising?

“Mommy?” I look in the rearview mirror at my 6-year-old daughter. Her brow is furrowed and her mouth turned down as she stares at something out the window. “I don’t …