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Coming into Grandparenthood

Dr. Paul
Photo of Paul Schoenfeld's newborn neice.

Lucky me! Both of my adult daughters were pregnant at the same time—now only one is! A week ago, Tuesday night, my oldest daughter called me to tell me that she was in labor, exactly on her due date. I caught the red eye to New York and arrived in Brooklyn at 8:30 a.m.  She was in labor, but still at home. I wanted to be there to help my daughter and her husband. My wife planned to come two weeks after the baby was born to provide assistance. Read more about Coming into Grandparenthood

When the going gets tough

Dr. Paul
Close up of middle aged man.

I will never complain or whine again. 

Recently, I heard Captain Charlie Plumb describe his six years as a prisoner of war (POW) during the Vietnam War at a meeting of health care providers. He was a fighter pilot, shot down in North Vietnam, captured, tortured and held in solitary confinement. Read more about When the going gets tough


Walk it out

You don't have to overexert yourself to make strides towards better wellness. If you are just starting out, or not as physically fit as you'd like to be, low-impact exercises may be a good option to get you on your feet and moving.  Read more about Walk it out

Five lessons kids teach parents

Dr. Paul
Close up of school aged kids.

After all of my years working with kids, I’ve to come to realize there is one thing that has remained the same.

Children have great insights on parenting!

When my oldest daughter was in the fourth grade, I decided to visit her class in search of parenting insights. The teacher, knowing I was a psychologist, allowed to me to conduct an informal “consumer” survey. I asked the kids— “What makes a good parent?”. After all, they are the customers of our parental services. Twenty years after my survey, their nine-year-old words of wisdom still ring true. Read more about Five lessons kids teach parents

Surviving Adolescence

Dr. Paul
Teenage boy with group of friends.

At 15, I knew everything. At 16, I could do anything. In my eyes, my parents grew dumber every year I grew smarter. What could they know? Their adolescence was a distant, faded memory—like worn out jeans thrown away long ago. I could no more picture them as pimply peers than I could imagine letting them know my innermost thoughts. Read more about Surviving Adolescence



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