If you know the taste of real yogurt, or freedom, you won’t give it up easily. By Daniela Elza
Category Archive: Family
In the past twelve months you have become Mama and Mommy and Mum, but you are also still you. By Emily Brisse
The loss of my breasts made one thing clear. I had wasted so much time hating my perfectly good functioning body. By Jenny Leon
I wonder if this is the year I’ll get to invite my son inside. By Kathi Valeii
At 42, I’d gone from newlywed to grandma. And no, it didn’t feel like a blessing. By Rica Lewis
What a year it’s been! Here are our most read pieces of 2020.
“I’m scared!” she refuses to go upstairs alone. “Sit next to me,” she pleads from the couch. “Closer,” then clings to my arm. By Jennifer Alessi
As I open my fifth holiday season as a single woman and a mother of three, I watch the butter and sugar vanish into one another again. By Samantha Shanley
Now it is deep into fall and all I know is this: he sleeps late, he is very tall, and sometimes he still wants to walk with me. By Gretchen Michelfeld
When I was younger, there were life choices I viewed as a certain death of the soul. Now I’m the owner of a Honda Odyssey and parent to three kids. By Cara McDonough
The internet says this stage can last weeks or months or more. You think to yourself, those experts must be wrong because I can’t take another day. By Samantha Gratton
Even though he’s grown, my son’s hugs mean more to me now than they ever have. By Dawn Gerber
I never tell my children what’s real or what to believe, I simply lend definitions. By Katherine Sargent
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
My daughter was born four weeks after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. By Jenny Leon
I didn’t know that motherhood would feel tantamount to being a short order cook. By Lauren Apfel
The Special Spoon held sway over my children more raptly than I ever intended. By Suzanne Mattaboni
It’s been a long, slow road to finding a balance between supporting others and supporting myself. By Yvonne Spence
I know we’re both doing it wrong. I’m teaching our children that restraint is a shackle; he’s teaching them that tight control is the only way to avoid obesity. By Lorren Lemmons
As much as I juggled and schlepped and complained, the day eventually came when I realized my arms were empty. By Laurie Sunderland
In our household, my children are allowed to eat with a good book or their tablet. I don’t expect them to talk. By Tania Lorena Rivera
Have you ever watched a five-year-old pour a package of cooked green beans into a bowl? I have. And let me tell you, it nearly did me in. By Debra Arbit
My son loves to eat at Grandma’s house, he gets real cream and real sugar. Unlike the dishes I cook, which are vegetarian or Paleo or Whole30. By Elizabeth Newdom
We envisioned our daughter’s freedom: she could tell us dance class was ending early. But we had not considered her new awareness of danger. By Sarah Werthan Buttenwieser