My daughter is trapped inside, trying to make admissions counselors she doesn’t know fall in love with her. By Sandra A. Miller
Category Archive: Family
When it was time to walk away—leaving my son there and a part of my life behind—I didn’t have any regrets. By Randi Olin
All of my efforts to push them toward enthusiasm only served to exacerbate their resistance. By Christie Tate
One mother refused to let her daughter stop playing the flute. So what made her change her mind? By Daisy Florin
When my son was 11 he told me, “I wish I wasn’t autistic. It would be easier to make friends.” By Joanne De Simone
We are allowed to do what we love, no matter how well we do it. By Abigail Rasminsky
The decision not to find out my unborn child’s sex is perhaps the most intimate and important one I have ever made. By Laine Munir
The toddler parents were looking at me in wonder, as if they couldn’t believe their children would ever be old enough to go into the exam room alone. By Deborah Lindsay Williams
Why is living in mom’s basement such a terrible thing? By Fara Nizamani
Nothing would be exactly the same again. I was inconsolable, even though the university’s family day was only a month away. By Dina Elenbogen
I was a singer. She was a groupie. We decided to have a baby together. By Stewart Lewis
By the age of five, bilingual children largely catch up to their peers who speak just one language—and then overtake them. By Kristina Klausen
Whatever your political stance, this issue is one of basic human rights. By Maria O. Alvarez
Parenting isn’t like baking. The ingredients you mix together aren’t the same with each kid. By Randi Olin
I’d tried to make my sons do various jobs over the years, all with disastrous results. By David McGlynn
Sometimes making yourself quieter for other people is the same as making yourself smaller. By Lauren Apfel
I want my nine-year-old to carry herself without shame. By Daisy Alpert Florin
I don’t care for any “sexy” clothing on little girls. By Sharon Holbrook
I am the mother who was drunk the morning of the first birthday party you were invited to. By Janelle Hanchett
Unlike the majority of her peers, my mom does not consider being a grandma the single most important and satisfying aspect of her life. By Lauren Apfel
You speed through the five stages of grief or however many there are because you’re trying to wrap up a project at work and you don’t have time for this crap. By A.S. Callaghan
I decided to stop asking Austin about his plan. I decided to stop suggesting pathways and careers to him, as if I were a marketing director of adulthood. By Ann marie Houghtailing
I can’t imagine a time without children in my house, just as one month ago I could not imagine an evening without bath time. By Kelli Kirk
We are forever snarled in each other’s hair, my daughter and I, invested in the consistency of the people we know best and need most. By Leslie Kendall Dye
Here I am at the sink again. Here I am signing the kids up for soccer again. Here I am preparing for the holidays again. Wash, rinse, repeat. By Ilyse Dobrow DiMarco