My mother set about blending our identities from the day I was born. By Nancy Camden
Author: Motherwell
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
Each time Mark came for a session I saw Henry through a different lens. By Jaclyn Greenberg
Parents who help their children too much leave their kids ill-prepared to be adults. By Michaeleen Doucleff
As the mental pain of being a woman collides with the physical pain of motherhood, I search for relief everywhere. By Megan Sovern
My mother was praised her whole life for her beauty; I preferred praise for my mind. By Emily Franklin
Motherwell talks to parenting author Carla Naumburg, PhD.