I was in no hurry to let go of my grief. It was what I had left of my daughter. By Mary Janevic
Category Archive: Parenting Challenges
Would I embrace the care of my own pet with more gusto? Tolerate its mess, its foibles—the way I do my own kids? By Lauren Apfel
You finally have the freedom you’ve been dreaming about for years, but you don’t know what to do with it. By Laura Carraro
My mother set about blending our identities from the day I was born. By Nancy Camden
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
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
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
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
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
He’s sick to death of online school, of not seeing his friends. By Heather Hewett
He’s been out of daycare for nearly a year, but he has befriended the couch. By Maya Schenwar
Food was a big part of my grief process. I was 25 when my mom died. By Natalie Serianni