Once upon a time, when your kid was graduating college you gave him a briefcase. Times have changed.

Something was bound to be strong enough to turn us holdouts into Bostonians. If only that something were almost anything but this.

This generation throws more look-at-me parties than there are spellings of Caitlin.

I moved here. Got stuck. And now I wear wool socks from October through May, even though they make me itch. Itchy and irritable, I find new indignities at every turn.

When we have children, we begin the only relationship in our lives built on the absolute understanding and expectation that they will grow beyond us and leave. And yet somehow when it happens, it can come as a shock.

When tragedy strikes and children are among the victims, nothing compares. Language fails in the wake of such senselessness. But parents also understand that their own kids might need some help finding their way.

In our family, books dominate every holiday. If that isn’t you, then you’re doing it wrong!

Feeling a little tense? Yes, Thanksgiving can do that to you. Sharon Brody offers that there are at least six redeeming features of, as she calls it, the “harvest wingding.”

As midnight deadlines loom and overachieving neighbor children skew your perspective, remember: All that must get done, will get done — with time to spare.

Sharon Brody finds parental enlightenment in the unlikeliest of places – at the bottom of a bag of Lays.

Getting ready to drop your progeny off at the college of his/her choosing? Commentator Sharon Brody offers some helpful hints to guide you through a smooth and dignified delivery.

Just amble by a neighborhood ballpark on a muggy summer night. You’ll hear it: ritualized incantations of unwavering support. Together they create a chorus of positivity.