The Motherlode blog has a new artist-in-residence.

I didn’t want to become my mother, so I actively avoided becoming a mother at all until it was too late.

Diego Acosta López wanted to see what it was like when his son, Ignacio — just shy of 2 — visited New York City for the first time.

Instead of a show about the coed and girls’ teams our children have grown up with, Nickelodeon offers “Bella and the Bulldogs,” an ugly throwback to an era when girls who love sports are always odd girl out.

My pregnancy’s viability is still very much in limbo. As am I. I am readying myself for whatever happens, but I am split in a way I have never felt before.

From the moment we met our daughter, weighing two-and-a-half pounds and wearing a red bow pasted on her head, we could tell she was the fighter and “rock star” we’d been told about.

It’s my house and my rules, but I’m uncomfortable snatching away a prized possession a child brings over. I’m also uncomfortable with the recent sleepover in which every child spent the night buried in her own screen.

Diana Williams, a teacher from Surrey, British Columbia, describes the value of making microloans from the classroom.

Parents in Maryland are being investigated for allowing their children to walk home from a park unsupervised. When did we abandon this idea that our children should learn to move about in the world without our hovering presence, and what have we lost?

Start here: “We need to talk about Internet pornography; there are a few things I want to be sure you know,” and continue to the things your family considers the most important.