What the Amish Taught Me About Breastfeeding My Baby


When I was pregnant with my first child, I had a recurring dream. I was nursing a baby–in an icy parking lot, at a dinner party in the bedroom where the coats were piled on a bed, lost in the desert. I would nurse a baby at one breast, put her to the other, and there would be no milk. Sometimes the baby wailed with… »3/24/15 6:01pm3/24/15 6:01pm

Why you shouldn't challenge a breast-feeding mom to play Call of Duty

When you happen upon a couple of bear cubs in the woods, what's the first thing that should come to mind? If you answered "I wanna squeeze 'em," you're wrong. It should be "where's the mom?" And with good reason. Numerous non-human mammals are known to exhibit heightened levels of aggression in defense of their young. »8/30/11 8:20pm8/30/11 8:20pm