I was an only child, so I was very demanding. I enjoyed it thoroughly, but I wasn't very pleasant.

When it comes to '90s R&B, I grew up on a lot of Aaliyah and Destiny's Child, Missy Elliott, Usher, Jill Scott. Whatever my mom was playing in the house is what I was listening to.

I ain't good-lookin', but I'm somebody's angel child.

Every Christmas should begin with the sound of bells, and when I was a child mine always did. But they were sleigh bells, not church bells, for we lived in a part of Cedar Rapids, Iowa, where there...

I recently discovered Artkive, a wonderful app that allows you to archive your child's artwork and create cool gifts like photo albums, mugs, mousepads, etc. It's very easy to use, and since Arabella...

An honest man is always a child.

She was eight years old, with the body of a child, but her spirit was weighed down by an adult suffering.

That was when I learned that kindness could break a heart just as sure as meanness. The difference was the kindness made that broken heart softer. Meanness just made the heart want to be hard.

Peace is an innocent child hated by some deviant and those who hate him will find no peace ever in their lives!

... his lazy eye drifting around the room like a child looking for the bathroom.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

He's completely blown through his younger years like his childhood was one big cigarette to smoke carelessly.

I can think of few better ways to introduce a child to books than to let her stack them, upend them, rearrange them, and get her fingerprints all over them.

My daughter is seven, and some of the other second-grade parents complain that their children don't read for pleasure. When I visit their homes, the children's rooms are crammed with expensive books,...

I don't know where to start, one {writing student} will wail. Start with your childhood, I tell them. Plug your nose and jump in, and write down all your memories as truthfully as you can. Flannery O'...

This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job.

And what agony, thought Krug the thinker, to love so madly a little creature, formed in some mysterious fashion {even more mysterious to us than it had been to the very first thinkers in their pale...

I came because I've spent my whole life in the company of the brother that I hated. Now I want a chance to know the brother that I love, before it's too late, before we're not children anymore.

What is it?A prayer.For a child?She nodded.For me?Another nod.On a tree?Trees spend all day looking up at God.