Teaching Kids the Magic of Metamorphosis

Ovid opens his Metamorphoses with the line “In nova fert animus mutatas dicere formas corpora” (I intend to speak of forms changed into new entities), and that’s exactly what I intend to do today. Ovid’s metamorphoses are largely concerned with one entity changed completely into another – Diana converting Actaeon into a stag after he had the misfortune of…

Hugs for Love, Hugs for Life

I’m sure that if you have kids, you hug them. We all know that hugging – and being hugged – makes us feel good. I’ve always believed that I’m a fairly tactile person, one who doesn’t stint on the physical affection. I’m a great hugger. But then I started asking myself some questions. How often do…

Is it OK to Shout at Your Kids?

Last Friday morning, I made my six-year-old son cry. Not just a quiet tear or two, but that gasping, rasping weeping that tells you they’re truly upset. How did I make him cry? I shouted at him. Why did I shout at him? Well, here’s the story. School days. When the kids have to go…

Less Recess = More ADHD

“ADHD is a fictitious disease.” So trumpeted many memes and much-shared social media posts not long back. You may have seen some of them. And, if you’re like me and many others who suspect that pharmaceutical companies prey off of the fears and insecurities of Americans seated on their sofas, bombarded with constant commercials for…

Love in the Time of Arthritis

My mother’s boyfriend is moving in with her. Let me parse that sentence a bit. My mother. My mother is eighty years old, in excellent physical and intellectual health, but, following the death of my father roughly six years ago, has been feeling understandably depressed, obviously lonely, and occasionally crippled by indecision. My mother’s boyfriend. Admittedly…