My oldest just turned 9. His innocence is still fairly solid, but I see the edges starting to fray a bit. I'm not ready. I want to protect Jack...When the author's 9-year-old son asked her about suicide, she wanted to change the subject. Instead, she decided to embrace her opportunity.
I had postpartum obsessive-compulsive disorder with the birth of my first child in 2001. I know what it feels like to see all the other new moms...Life pretty much sucks when you have postpartum depression. Our new columnist tells the truth about her miserable start at mommyhood.