Each time Mark came for a session I saw Henry through a different lens. By Jaclyn Greenberg
Category Archive: Family
How could this have happened so quickly? My son is all grown up with a life and a sailboat of his own, 3,000 miles away from me. By Eileen Vorbach Collins
He’s sick to death of online school, of not seeing his friends. By Heather Hewett
The Naked Baby Dance encompasses all of my favorite parts of toddlerhood. It is both silly and sincere. By Martha Quinn
“What color is fear?” my sons asks me. “I think it’s sunset orange.” By Lorna Rose
He’s been out of daycare for nearly a year, but he has befriended the couch. By Maya Schenwar
Our roller disco will be a celebration of survival, a catchpenny affair, meant to launch us into the season of renewal. By Samantha Shanley
If you know the taste of real yogurt, or freedom, you won’t give it up easily. By Daniela Elza
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