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I remember sitting at a café in Itaim Bibi, watching a kid throw a full-on tantrum because his mom wouldn’t buy him a second pastry.

Emilia is still a toddler, so I’m not navigating the teenage years yet. But I watch my friends parent their teens, and I also remember

My mom video-calls me almost every day, and I love it. We talk about everything from what I’m cooking for dinner to how Emilia’s learning

I watch Emilia play with the neighbor kids in our building courtyard, and I think about what kind of adult she’ll become. Will she be

I was sitting at a café last week when I overheard two women in their thirties talking about their childhoods. One was explaining how her

Emotional neglect doesn’t always look like what we imagine. There’s no yelling, no obvious abuse, no dramatic scenes that leave scars you can point to.

We live in a world that constantly tells us happiness comes with a price tag. Better toys, fancier vacations, the latest gadgets. But if you’ve

I used to think I was giving Emilia freedom. She’s only a year old, but I let her explore the kitchen while I cook, climb

Growing up with parents who treated emotions like uninvited guests at dinner has left millions of us apologizing for existing, saying yes when we mean no, and keeping everyone at arm’s length while desperately craving the connection we never learned how to create.

The painful truth is that the very behaviors you think express love—offering wisdom, sharing experiences, expressing how much you miss them—might be exactly what’s keeping your adult children from picking up the phone.