By Mary Schwager, Consumer Watchdog, for GalTime.com Protect yourself from phone theft The moment I even think my smartphone is missing I freak out. My heart starts to pound. My breathing increases. My stomach feels sick. Does it sound like I have a mobile phone addiction problem? I wouldn’t be the first and chances are you’ve felt the same way.
By Tina Bushman for GalTime.com When was the last time you had dinner as a family? And what did you talk about? Researchers have consistently found that children who share a meal with their parents not only eat healthier, but have better grades and a more supportive group of friends.
By Suzanne Shaffer, GalTime College Coach, for GalTime.com College preparation does not begin with the student’s senior year. Ideally, it should start their freshman year of high school. In a perfect world, middle school is the best place to begin. That might seem early, but early planning and preparation gives your student the time to create an academic and extracurricular profile that will appeal to college admission counselors. Don't focus on catch-up.
I should have known by his first kiss After eight years of single life I finally felt I was healed and ready to date. I carefully perused the best dating sites, finally landing on Chemistry.com. After looking through several photos, I decided to leave the selection to chance, allowing the men to come to me. I weeded out the ones that seemed too weird after a few e-mails and found a nice looking ginger-haired fitness junkie named Jason.
By Kelly Rouba, GalTime Writer for GalTime.com You know that euphoria that fills you up when you first start dating someone? That fun and excitement of entering a new relationship that makes us want to shout it from the rooftops for all to hear? That feels really good. But sometimes, sharing the news widely isn't a good idea.
You started out the new year with a bang. You re-upped your online dating membership, sent countless messages and said yes to every blind date imaginable. Yet still, here you are, single on Valentine’s Day. In my unmarried days, I remember the agony of sitting at home on that fateful day of the year, opening the door for my roommate’s date to find him with a dozen red roses and a romantic twinkle in his eye then returning to my bowl of lukewarm ramen noodles.