I’ve been writing an article for Growing Up in Santa Cruz about children and media, and it’s made me think a lot about our family and how we’ve chosen to deal with a difficult issue. When my son was very small, something happened that I remember clearly the way that I remember only certain events.…

When my son was in first grade, his teacher brought up a serious problem at our first parent-teacher meeting. “We need to work on his tattling,” she said. “It’s a really serious problem.” I was confused. I’d always been happy that my firstborn was well-behaved at school. Although he was often very difficult at home,…

My husband and I had been together for years before we married, so he knew what he was getting into. The Christmas thing, that is. I was raised Catholic by scientist parents, and though the Catholicism seems to have dropped by the wayside, Christmas is still a sacred family holiday. My dad loves a celebration…

I grew up in the Midwest, so “snow days” loom large in my memory. It started with a curious feeling upon waking, that things were different. On mornings after a deep snow, everything was quiet and bright. Even before I opened my eyes I would sense it — a possible snow day! My siblings and…