The most common pregnancy complication? A mental health disorder. A Pittsburgh program aims to address it.
A Pittsburgh therapy program aims to treat prenatal and postpartum depression, especially for Black parents.
Pittsburgh is a city of many delights, but accessible spaces and activities for kids who have mobility impairments are true treasures for kids and their families. Here are three of my favorites.
Picture with me the perfect lesbian sitcom, originally titled Two Mommies: it’s about two 30-something women raising two teenage daughters and a seven-year-old son in the West Village. Brassy Kate works as a travel agent and pearl-wearing Allie works inside the home. Their kids often breezily call out, “Hey, Moms!” as if that’s a perfectly normal thing to do.
There are 11,000 of them on the span. They’ll soon be removed as part of the bridge’s rehab project
These are jobs with fair wages and ample opportunity.
I have a medically complex child. I've been waiting for the day to get him vaccinated, and now I can finally breathe.
My 7-year-old is a medically complex child, and the pandemic has had me on edge about his safety.
Once one of the worst agencies of its kind in the country, the office of Children, Youth and Families is now a model of success.
The innovative Hello Baby program offers resources for new parents, seeking out those that might need support the most.
A Pittsburgh-based expert in helping children with neurological blindness seeks new home for progressive practice
Parents around the country have sought help from Christine Roman-Lantzy to help their children see. West Penn Hospital is sunsetting her program.
“With schools closed during the coronavirus pandemic, parents of children with disabilities are facing a new set of challenges.”
Rebecca Maine’s unlikely journey to the sweet science began in Punxsutawney and took shape in Pittsburgh rings.
On a bright Wednesday morning in March, we leave for daycare and work because that is what we do, even when we’ve spent the evening in Trauma One of Children’s Hospital because WD, my two-year-old, had a longer-than-usual seizure. We were home by midnight; everything seemed under control. Why wouldn’t we go about our day?
We’re only a few blocks from home when WD, strapped in his car seat, starts making a sound that’s somewhere between a gasp and if someone punched you in the gut. His face tu...