There’s a name for these knitting mistakes: “grandma kisses.” By Carol Ewig
I was in no hurry to let go of my grief. It was what I had left of my daughter. By Mary Janevic
Motherwell talks to Melinda Wenner Moyer about how to raise kind, tolerant, empathetic children.
Would I embrace the care of my own pet with more gusto? Tolerate its mess, its foibles—the way I do my own kids? By Lauren Apfel
You finally have the freedom you’ve been dreaming about for years, but you don’t know what to do with it. By Laura Carraro
My mother set about blending our identities from the day I was born. By Nancy Camden
My brother and I complained constantly about our sad lunches, but our parents ignored us. By Simone Muñoz
When I forgot my homework or my pants ripped at recess I dialed on auto-pilot. By Jonathan Meyer
Sometimes my siblings complain about the stresses of parenting and I want to say, then why did you have three? By Grace Orbison
Don’t tell the youngest he should eat nicely like his elder sister, just say you can see he’s playing with his food. By Lynn Berger
I needed a kitchen coated in berry smoothie to finally understand what I couldn’t then. By Nicole Gulotta
If you can’t travel now but want your kids to get to know a destination, plunge into these books. By Anaita Vazifdar-Davar
I bought the ‘having it all’ narrative like so many other women of my generation. But I didn’t read the fine print. By Virginia Fundora
When Steve died, I found it hard to imagine ever finding love again. By Sarah Kilch Gaffney
My son is next, and before I can take a full breath, his name rings from the arena’s PA system. By Clint Martin
It was my CIA training and experience that eventually helped alleviate some of the anxiety. By Christina Hillsberg
It occurred to me that I would have to live with this lifeless body—my baby—inside me for the next four days. By Sarah Gundle
Our children’s immature brains do not stand a chance against the sophisticated algorithm we designed to hook users. By Eva Tsai
Motherwell talks to author Natalie Silverstein about her book for parents who want to raise kind, grateful kids.
All my OCD has become focused on making unpredictable toddlers happy and I am exhausted. By Jenny Leon
I stumbled over the “they.” It felt clunky in my mouth. By Melissa Brand
Lunchtime beers would spill into afternoon cocktails and then more cocktails. By Jordan Souza
In death as in life, she would be surrounded by nature’s bounty. By Megan Hanlon
Talking to Diana Whitney about her collection of poems for girls becoming themselves. By Daisy Florin
I know our relationship—which has always been very close and strong—will never be the same again. By Carol Ewig