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My name is Scott Deming. I live in Syracuse, New York, where I am an international speaker, an author and a Buffalo Bills fan. But what really surprises people about me is that I wear pink nail polish on my pinky finger.
Why do I do it? Because I want people to notice it and ask me why. And when they do, I tell them about Amaya, my precocious, adorable 2-year-old granddaughter.
One mom's constant reminder about the dangers of TV tip-overs.
My name is Keisha Bowles. Last year, the unthinkable happened to my family. My beautiful 2-year-old daughter, Sydney Chance, was killed in a tragic accident.
Sydney Chance, or “Chance” as we typically called her, was a wonderful, curious little girl. She loved to explore and was totally fearless. She adored butterflies and loved to dance and sing.
It was a Saturday, and we were planning to celebrate Ethan's third and Emmett's first birthday with friends and family. While pulling Emmett out of his crib, I noticed that his little body was burning up. It seemed more serious than a normal fever, so Michael took him to a local Pediatric Urgent Care facility. An hour and a half late to his own first birthday party, Emmett returned home. The doctor said he had a common cold or flu virus.
A grandfather's tale about the dangers of heatstroke
My name is Dr. Norman L. Collins, Sr. I’m from Jackson, Mississippi, where I’m a proud father of seven children and eleven grandchildren.
My name is Dr. Norman L. Collins, Sr. I’m from Jackson, Mississippi, where I’m a proud father of seven children and eleven grandchildren.
Two years ago, my family suffered an unbelievable tragedy. Three months after my handsome grandson Norman Lee Van Collins III was born, I received a call that would change my life forever.
My grandson was a wonderful baby, with beautiful brown eyes, soft curly hair and a precious countenance. I celebrated him every day.
My name is Reggie McKinnon. I live in Cape Coral, Florida. Three years ago, on March 8, 2010, my wife Julia and I experienced the most devastating event that can happen to a parent: the loss of our baby girl, Payton Lyn. It was a day that changed our family forever.
I met my wife Julia when we were sophomores in high school. I played varsity sports and Julia was a cheerleader. It may sound corny, but it was one of those cases of love at first sight. We started dating in 1988 and have been together since.
Have you ever seen a bike train? Picture lots of excited little kids perched on bicycles, scooters, skateboards and anything else with wheels, anxiously awaiting a signal from a parent or teacher to start pedaling and rolling to school.
On Wednesday, May 8, these bike trains will be in full force at more than 150 events throughout the country as students, parents and educators join together to raise awareness about bike safety on the second annual National Bike to School Day.
Once kids take their first steps, they can't wait to keep going. But when it comes to walking to the park or school along roads, it can be a challenge for kids to safely get to where they need to go.
This week marks the second annual United Nations Global Road Safety Week and an important opportunity to highlight how to keep kids safe on roads.
My name is Dawn Peabody and I’m from Phoenix, Arizona. Five years ago my husband, Wes, and I endured an unimaginable tragedy. We lost our beautiful two-and-a-half-year-old baby girl, Maya, to heatstroke.
It happened on October 18, 2008 – a date that I will remember for the rest of my life.
My in-laws were visiting, and we were all heading out to a family breakfast. As we walked to the car, Maya ran next door to say “Hi” to our neighbor.
My name is Jenny Stanley, and I want to share my story: a parent’s worst nightmare, the loss of our heavenly angel, Sydney.
The day that changed our lives forever started as a regular Sunday in August 2010. My husband, Mike, and I were having our usual battles with our three kids before church. “Find your shoes,” “comb your hair,” “tuck in your shirts,” “yes, you have to wear something nice.” But, like every other Sunday, we managed to get there right on time.