I wanted to laugh and not think about my mortality. I wanted to attend functions at my son’s school without a perfectly tied head scarf. By Kai McGee
When the children are gone will I be something flimsier, something less than I was before? By Lauren Apfel
Judgmental comments can be a reflection of our desire to connect, to become a village once more.
By Gail Cornwall
I actively chose hope in having a child, and when you choose hope you also choose despair.
By Shannon Lell
Already in love with the boy’s father, I wanted to build something special with his son too.
By Hillary Vaillancourt
We connected through the magic of the internet. Her son was in crisis. Could I help?
By Brianne DeRosa
Motherhood has become so consuming to me that I find it hard not to project onto others a desire for the sense of purpose it offers.
By Lauren Apfel
At the onset of adulthood we are, in so many ways, revisiting the days of infancy.
By Francie Arenson Dickman
I want him out in the world. But this process—the leaving process—is excruciating.
By Emily Franklin
By stuffing my backpack with toys and dolls, I realized I was trying to control my children’s adventure.
By Andrea Hannah