Leah McLaren

This kid reads Harry Potter novels every night. Mine snacks on crayons and can't repeat a simple pattern in a game of Simon.

Many women choose to live with the discomfort of birth injury because they’re embarrassed to seek help or their concerns are brushed off. That isn't right.

As a kid, Leah McLaren believed she was the favourite child—and says she's better off for it. But now that she's a parent, things look slightly different.

We put so much energy into moulding our kids into happy, successful adults. But what makes more of a difference—nature or nurture?

Skeptical but open-minded, writer Leah McLaren signed up for help with the hardest job she's ever done: parenting. The results surprised her.

A baby changes everything—including, oftentimes, your interest in sex. Still, the goal isn't to get the "old you" back. It's to figure out who you are now.

There’s a reason why experienced parents seem more relaxed: They’ve learned what you really need to worry about and what you don't.

I’ve had enough of doing all the shopping, wrapping, decorating and prepping. This year, all I want for Christmas is to be a guest at my own celebration.

If you’ve got the cash, almost every brain-breaking parental quagmire can be solved by outsourcing to an expert. And to that I say: Why not?

From throwing gender-reveal parties to buying gendered clothes and toys, new parents are way too attached to the gender binary, says Leah McLaren.

I'm aware that my rule isn't fair to the vast majority of men. But my duty to protect my kids trumps my duty as a feminist to treat men and women equally.

When women have kids during these years, they are most affected by the wage gap. So here it is, the worst age to have kids.

Dads who love and respect their daughters need to stop making jokes like this.

After I had my first son, I didn’t just feel different; it was like a grenade had been detonated, deep in the command central of my life.

We can talk about the need for gender equality until we’re blue in the face. To see real change, we might need an economic incentive.

As big decisions go, how to treat a child diagnosed with ADHD is an exceptionally hard one. And many parents agonize over whether to medicate or not.

This bestselling novel slices into our worst fears and exploits the guilt of working mothers. It’s painful to read—and yet I couldn’t put it down.

As parents, we often encourage our boys to “toughen up” without even knowing we are doing so. But recent research says “emodiversity” is important.

Only five Canadian babies out of a thousand will die before their first birthday—in Tanzania, the same number is 51.

It’s not the bizarre disappearances or paranormal activity; it’s the way child actors are being treated as sex objects.