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She screams with a primal, gut-shriek: “I hate math! Math is stupid!” By Melissa Savoie

VOTE, VOTE, VOTE!

Even though he’s grown, my son’s hugs mean more to me now than they ever have. By Dawn Gerber

When I was a new mom, it was easier to shame and blame than sit with the fear that I had made the wrong choice. By Caroline Grobler-Tanner

She thinks when I say things like “balanced diet” what I really mean is “don’t eat sugar, it’ll make you fat.” By Lizabeth Sjaastad

I never tell my children what’s real or what to believe, I simply lend definitions. By Katherine Sargent

I don’t allow myself any excitement, not after 2016, but I allow him his. By Caroline Horwitz

RBG worked so hard not only to open doors for other women, but so that other women wouldn’t have to work just like her. By Jenny Leon

After my diagnosis, there was no question in anyone’s mind that my daughter was going to be bottle-fed. By Jenny Leon

Behind every “mommy brain” story, there’s a fuller picture. Modern motherhood makes impossible demands. By Nicole Graev Lipson

It’s a shock that J.K. Rowling—one of our family’s champions—has chosen to deny the very existence of our child. By Carrie Goldman

Was Tamir Rice also an only child? Did he also make cookies with his mother? By Jill Moffett

In the Before Time, I wouldn’t have allowed Call of Duty in our house, much less allowed him to play it for hours on end. By Deborah Williams

With all the changes in 2020, one thing has remained constant: being bullied is a traumatic experience for kids. By Lori Orlinsky

Step Three: Layer 2 healthy parents and 1 naturally skinny sister. By Amye Archer

I am carrying my own maternal fears right now and also those of my patients. By Ilyse Dobrow DiMarco

Last spring, when we finally gave up the dream of returning to school, I held onto September as my North Star. By Steven Newmark

I talk with my mother multiple times a day. “Saaptacha?” It is routine, this asking if I’ve had my meal. By Lakshmi Lyer

You might love it. Maybe not every day, but there will be moments. By Laura Catherine Hanby Hudgens

My daughter was born four weeks after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. By Jenny Leon

I watched my mother starve herself for years, food as a kind of inhaled medication. By Micah Stover

I didn’t know that motherhood would feel tantamount to being a short order cook. By Lauren Apfel