Like many of my peers, I grew up in a completely traditional family, with two parents, three kids, several pets, and a house in the ‘burbs. My parents were each other’s first marriage, we all had the same last name, and we were just like nearly every other family on the block. (Of course, since I’m the mom of two teenage boys, occasionally it feels like “nuclear family” describes the temper flare-ups around my house, rather than family structure!) Read More The Non-Nuclear Family
Last week, I got a barrage of emails asking me to fill out year-end surveys about the various campus programs and initiatives. After several years working in psychology labs and seeing both how important surveys are and how often they are ignored, I have developed an intense guilt complex surrounding my interactions with surveys: now, I fill them all out. One them asked me to report my experiences and awareness of various family support programs, and I was surprised by how little I knew about them. Read More Women in Academia: Making Life Easier for Parents
What happened, kid? Did your dad get remarried? Are you spending the holidays with your in-laws this year? Going home with a roommate over break?
Here’s the thing to know about dysfunctional families: truly dysfunctional relationships operate on their own, twisted set of rules that can be hard for an outsider to understand. Read More A Beginner’s Guide to Surviving Dysfunctional Family Holidays
Sometimes I like to throw myself little pity parties when things aren’t going my way, forgetting at times the myriad ways I am so damn lucky and letting the nonsense make me blue. Then I think of my sister, the struggles she has endured and triumphed over, and I snap myself out of it even more.
I’ve made a huge mistake. Two years ago, I was a college student living in an off-campus house with a bunch of other students. I paid bills and split chores and did my own cooking. I was independent and looking forward to moving out of my parents’ house forever. I had the skills needed to be on my own; all I needed was a job. Read More Living With Your Parents as an Adult: How to Make it Suck Less
Our friend Hello Kitty recommended that we call ourselves Persephoneers, and I like it. This photo really doesn’t need much of a caption, but I thought you all might want to see it. Read More Goodnight Persephoneers!