That was my thought. She was constantly pregnant. And dealing with 5 kids under 8....that’s a breakdown waiting to happen.

A lot of the first responders to the Sandy Hook shooting have PTSD from what they saw.

Please hug your dad for me.

My husband is a state trooper. I get a lot of texts reminding me to drive carefully.

My father is a retired police officer. The first time my mom ever saw my dad cry was 13 years into their marriage. He was the first officer on the scene of a murder-suicide; a father killed his 2yo daughter and then himself. My dad came home that day and she found him in their bedroom crying.

Not at all to imply that it’s a matter of such a simple solution to a sad and complex problem with multiple causes, but please do support parents in your community.

Honestly? If this could be mobilized nationally, it would save childrens’ and parents’ health and lives. I’m all for this. I’d be part of this too! So many more social services are necessary for kids and parents in this country. How could we do something like this? It’d be like Starbucks for Kid Care. And…

It’s hard. Really fucking hard. I had PPD with my oldest and there’s so much shame associated. Now I have two kids and its fucking draining and exhausting. All give, all the time. And confessing that you’re not enjoying it or that you desperately need help is often met with extreme judgement or trite comments like…

As a person who suffered from postpartum depression stories like this always bring up a lot of feelings. Of course I know there's a chance this wasn't it but the reaction to these stories always reminds me of the fear I had to speak up about my illness.

You have a good heart. Bless you.

If that's a real thing sign me up too. I have two friendly dogs and endless patience

I want to put a smiley face sign in my window that indicates me as a emergency, respite child care mom. You? Go take a shower by yourself. Walk through a quiet library. Me? I’ll feed your kid muffins and have them run in the back yard until they are too tired to sass.

“It’s almost as lonely as my dance card and my bed at night.”

“. And how do we integrate these folks into the US? Do we set up Arabic schools? Do we immediately train thousands (tens of thousands?) of new ESL teachers overnight? Where do we house them, exactly? How do we give them economic meaning? Read up on the refugees in Nauru who, despite being fed and sheltered, are…

The number of commenters more sympathetic with Jordan, a nation-state, than with starving refugees trapped in the desert is both startling and disgustingly unsurprising.

I appreciate these comments but what does having too many (refugee or not) immigrants have to do with letting others through to donate water? I maybe should read it again..

Oh ouch! Doesn't she have people who can help her with social media on this trip? And in life?

Dolezalin’ hard

My teen stepson was at the house of his 10 day girlfriend and her step dad came out with a hand gun and pointed it at his head as a “joke” like they do on TV.

People missing the point will try to point out that she apparently was only using a pistol at the time, so likely not a type of gun that is currently being targeted by gun control advocates. But the real point is the disconnect between the dream—I will use this to protect my family!!!—and the reality—that it is far…