By Lauren Apfel
It’s not enough anymore to fill my days only with theirs. I am half of one thing and half of another.
By Rachel Pieh Jones
A teenage boy is an almost-man’s body with an almost-but-not-quite man’s voice.
Making Peace With The Life I Didn’t Choose
By Jennifer Berney
Every day I remind myself that this is the life I’ve chosen, a life of two children, both of them rowdy and loving.
By Elizabeth Richardson Rau
Best friends often don’t come in the prettiest packages. The true friends I have made are like me, willing to show dents, battle wounds and flaws.
My Daughter’s Death Changed Me, But It Did Not Make Me Superhuman
By Mandy Hitchcock
Being broken-hearted also makes me more open-hearted and prone to approach every situation from a place of kindness, because l understand better than many that life is short and it is precious. Â
By Jenna Hatfield
In that moment, in the dark of that darkest night, I agreed. My children would be better off without my presence.
By Francie Arenson Dickman
When it comes to mothering, getting to do it is the only thing that matters.
Dear Teenaged Girl In the Crop Top
By Karen Dempsey
Here is what I’d like to say: It’s not the crop top.
By Jennifer Berney
Let me begin with a confession. When I signed up to visit your classroom on Fridays, it wasn’t because I wanted to help. I volunteered because I was curious.
By Sharon Holbrook
I remember the children being small, but my love for them today is so present and busy and large that it swallows the shrinking past into itself.Â
By Adrienne Jones
There is a suffering worse than one’s own, and that is to see one’s child suffer and be unable to help.
Light Sabers and Tears in Aisle 8
By Allison Slater Tate
I am missing the little boys who believed in reindeer food on the front lawn.
By Maureen Kelleher
As Bobby grew older, he became more insistent. “No, Mom, I’m a girl.â€
