gina kaysen fernandes
Yes, it's exciting to have a kid in showbiz. But should young children be working?
As about a dozen parents and tots eased into the shallow end at our first "mommy and me" swim lesson at our local pool, one father shocked me. He brought his 2-year-old son into the water wearing only his Underoos -- no swim diaper, no swimsuit.
While few would dispute the health benefits of breastfeeding for both mom and baby, not everyone wants to witness this lactating lovefest.
A new wave of reefer madness is sweeping suburbia -- but it's not just teenagers who are lighting up. Middle-aged, middle-class soccer moms are smoking pot ... a lot. These women aren't stoners: they're teachers, lawyers, and, perhaps, even your neighbor who prefers puffing a joint to sipping chardonnay.
Imagine a world where your child is locked away for years, spending days at a time in a windowless room. Communication is shut off and you have no way of knowing about their treatment, which may include being physically restrained for hours on end. This horrifying scenario isn't prison -- it's a voluntary program aimed at treating troubled teenagers.
It's the trip I'd been dreading since the day my son was born, the epic voyage to my husband's homeland in India. Don't get me wrong, I love to travel and India is an amazing country to visit. But having a lap baby on board is a total game changer. Here's how I survived the cross continental conundrum.