Nicole Correia
Nicole Correia is the author of the book Push. Push is an autobiographical account of her first year of motherhood, which was an epic car crash that then caught fire. She does not view motherhood as la vie en rose, and there is nothing wrong with that.
I’m A Teacher And Summer With My Kids Makes Me a Terrible Mother
I am a teacher. Yes, that means I get summer vacation. In my pre-parenthood days I can’t honestly remember what I even did with...
We are Overusing the Word Trauma And It’s Creating Victimhood in our Kids
We are grossly overusing the word trauma, and teachers are noticing the consequences.
Towards the end of the school year, my colleagues and I...
The People Who Are Not Angry About the Formula Shortage Are Not Paying Attention
My second son was born on March 30, 2020. Yep. He is one of the OG pandemic babies.
My part of the world had...
Gentle Parenting Is Physically And Mentally Exhausting For Parents New To This Concept
I am fully on board with the Gentle Parenting movement that is underway. There is ample science to support its ultimate goal. New studies...
Yes, I Will Unapologetically Judge You For Defending Your Child’s Bullying
Despite the things we are told at the start of our children’s lives, when our kids go to school they will not be categorized...
Sex Education For Teens Should Include Consent, Birth Control, Healthy Sex, Laws and So...
In my third year of university I signed up to take a course entitled "The Psychology of Sexuality." It was the most popular course...
Teachers Today Are Not Okay. Here’s Why.
Your child’s teacher is probably not okay. Teachers in general are not okay.
A part of me wishes I could publish this anonymously, but I...
My Children Do Not Have To Be Best Friends
"A built-in best friend." Isn't that what people say when we choose to have multiple children? We want to give our oldest a little...
The Trauma of Parenting In The Pandemic Filled Me With Rage
I get it now. Those abstract, terrifying stories that I studied in university about suburban housewives in the 1950s who drowned their children. Rage. The most dangerous kind, because it manifested behind a smile until it found it’s gruesome release.