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

Altercations between parents and coaches and referees aren’t that unusual. What is unusual is that young players are now getting in on the action.

For many, Mother’s Day is a joyous celebration of the here and now. For others, it’s more complicated.

In a society where men and women are supposed to be equals, why do people feel so comfortable expressing the sentiment that life with daughters is somehow not enough?

Like the victims of the Boston Marathon bombings, Travis Roy’s life changed in matter of seconds. Now, nearly 20 years after the accident that left him paralyzed, he offers a message of hope and consolation to the survivors struggling to come to grips with a new normal.

Just how worried we are is reflected in how much government surveillance we are willing to tolerate.

In Boston’s delicate early spring, subject to changing temperatures and still wintry nights, we are haunted by memories, good and bad.

An expression of anger or anguish on social media is like a single, errant bullet in a crowd, alerting most, grazing some, but impacting nobody in particular.

The notion that veiling and Islam somehow connote evil bothered me, and I wanted to do my small part to disrupt it, even if it meant running 3 miles clad head-to-toe in black.

Clearing out the mountain of blue-collar furnishings and middle-class flotsam that came to represent four decades of family memories.

MIT is usually recognized for the brain-power of its community. But on Wednesday, as the world watched, we demonstrated that our hearts and souls are just as formidable.

The manhunt and capture of alleged 19-year-old Boston Marathon bombing suspect Dzhokhar Tsarnaev brought out my motherly instincts in a surprising way.

What will it take for the spirit of the “We Are One Boston” signs along the road to take permanent root in the region?

Some of the most heinous crimes in recent memory have been carried out by young men.

As we recover from the Boston Marathon bombings, the lock-down, and from our media hangovers, out gushed the words, like a fresh wound. Not spoken words, which can evaporate as soon as they are voiced. But stories, written down.

In the competing narratives of cowardice and courage emerging from the Boston Marathon bombings, perhaps none is as powerful as the story of Carlos Arredondo.

As I hurtled into motherhood, the boundaries of being an adult child shifted, too. My parents needed more, and I had a tiny newborn who needed — and deserved — everything.

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

Could it be that violent video games are an important outlet for aggression?

Like the victims of the Boston Marathon bombings, Travis Roy’s life changed in matter of seconds. Now, nearly 20 years after the accident that left him paralyzed, he offers a message of hope and consolation to the survivors struggling to come to grips with a new normal.

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

A hard, critical look at “Imagine,” the song that — sadly and improperly — personifies John Lennon’s legacy for far too many people.

For many, Mother’s Day is a joyous celebration of the here and now. For others, it’s more complicated.

“Lean In” pushes women to work full-time in high-powered jobs, even through motherhood. But it seems to willfully disregard one glaring fact: A great many of us don’t want to.

But what if it were random instead? Might it shed some much needed light on the rat race that is getting into college?

The notion that veiling and Islam somehow connote evil bothered me, and I wanted to do my small part to disrupt it, even if it meant running 3 miles clad head-to-toe in black.

In the ever quickening race to get trends to market, one very important element of retail consumption has seemingly disappeared: quality.

The manhunt and capture of alleged 19-year-old Boston Marathon bombing suspect Dzhokhar Tsarnaev brought out my motherly instincts in a surprising way.

In a society where men and women are supposed to be equals, why do people feel so comfortable expressing the sentiment that life with daughters is somehow not enough?

This what so many autism parents like me believe about our own children, but we forget. We forget it every single day, because we see so little of the evidence we need.

Some of the most heinous crimes in recent memory have been carried out by young men.

Master chef Thomas Keller says he cares about cooking great food, not about worrying whether it’s local. But Kathy Gunst says in today’s world, that’s the wrong recipe.

Altercations between parents and coaches and referees aren’t that unusual. What is unusual is that young players are now getting in on the action.

At its height and in all its glory, Locke-Ober wasn’t just a restaurant. It was a vehicle for social transformation in a world where there was but one path to success: fitting in.

As electronic gaming grows, and the digital world becomes more ubiquitous, interest in participatory storytelling is on the rise. Audiences don’t just want to passively absorb, they want to participate.

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

Like the victims of the Boston Marathon bombings, Travis Roy’s life changed in matter of seconds. Now, nearly 20 years after the accident that left him paralyzed, he offers a message of hope and consolation to the survivors struggling to come to grips with a new normal.

In Boston’s delicate early spring, subject to changing temperatures and still wintry nights, we are haunted by memories, good and bad.

The notion that veiling and Islam somehow connote evil bothered me, and I wanted to do my small part to disrupt it, even if it meant running 3 miles clad head-to-toe in black.

The manhunt and capture of alleged 19-year-old Boston Marathon bombing suspect Dzhokhar Tsarnaev brought out my motherly instincts in a surprising way.

But what if it were random instead? Might it shed some much needed light on the rat race that is getting into college?

“Lean In” pushes women to work full-time in high-powered jobs, even through motherhood. But it seems to willfully disregard one glaring fact: A great many of us don’t want to.

This what so many autism parents like me believe about our own children, but we forget. We forget it every single day, because we see so little of the evidence we need.

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.

I’m hooked not on the reward — but on the anticipation that precedes it.

From Mud Rooms to Super Bugs: California-bred Steve Almond translates some basic seasonal terms for fellow non-natives.

An apt commemoration of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.: President Obama is signalling his willingness to address our violent racial past.

Heaven help you if you forget your username or password on certain websites. Trying to retrieve your log-in info can be like taking a Rorschach Test inside a hall of mirrors.

Before making a textbook feminist remark, Katy Perry recently swatted back the feminist label. Why? What is it about the mantle that has like-minded women running for the hills?

We proudly displayed the Kennedy’s card for decades. But this year I decided against it. Ted is gone, Joan has had a hard life, Kara died much too young. Treating their overbearingly cheerful card as a cartoon seemed wrong.

Why is it so hard to admit we don’t know something? In fact, says Leah Hager Cohen, these words liberate and empower. So much of the condition of being human involves not knowing.

It would be dangerously naïve to attribute the carnage of Newtown — and the grim litany of others before it — as something entirely apart from us.

Pop superstar Katy Perry becomes the latest young woman to carefully pre-qualify a feminist statement with a disavowal of the label itself. Why are so many women reluctant to embrace the feminist mantle?