The space is claustrophobic. And then there's the screaming -- a seemingly unstoppable sound so shrill it pierces your eardrums -- which is followed by the raw panic of knowing you can't escape.

For the next several hours, you're stuck in an oversized tin can travelling thousands of feet above...

A woman's breasts are not sandwiches.

Nor are females cattle, sitting idle waiting for a milking.

Now, if we did share the same mental wiring as the mooing, grass-grazing set, none of us would grapple with the breastfeeding concept or wonder how to transition from seeing breasts as...

Is traipsing through India, taste-testing grains in Morocco and hiking in Peru still doable once a child comes into the picture?

Why not? Then again, I haven't a real clue, now do I?

In fact, I may feel differently once our baby is born in June.

If...