By Candy Schulman
This year felt empty, her absence just another reminder that she was no longer our baby, hadn’t been for a long time.
By Kelly Burch
My father was my sadness, and my daughter was my light.
By Susan Currie
I remember the first birthday I put on for my step-daughter. It started with a cake.
By Rudri Patel and Stacey Gill
Since the age of four, I’ve invited all of her classmates to her birthday parties, instead of handpicking just a few, because I am sensitive to the need for young girls and boys to feel included.
Your party, your terms. No one has the right to dictate whom you can or can’t invite to your own kid’s birthday party.
By Stephanie Sprenger
I’m not sure if she actually said it, or if it was just what I was thinking: It was the worst birthday party ever.