Perhaps by allowing my daughter to experiment with her appearance and create her own reality, I can put the power back in her hands. By Erin Ott
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
I don’t want to mess this up. I live in fear of being seen as a privileged person with an accessory on my arm. By Jenn O’Connor
Fourteen teenagers and three teachers are dead who were not dead a few of weeks ago, and my house is falling apart, and my children are at school. By Brianne DeRosa
You’re there because some nights she gets lost in the hallway on the way to the bathroom. You’re there because she has lost herself. By Amie McGraham
Nobody will send flowers. You don’t even have a face to conjure when you think of this child. By Maggie Downs
To throw away the cigarettes, and choose to run instead. To stop running when my hips hurt, and walk instead. By Kathleen Harris
I’m not sure when doing nothing after school fell out of favor. As a kid, I was a pro at nothing. We all were. By Francie Arenson Dickman
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Let’s not assume our sons are innately predatory. They’re not. It’s on us to make sure they stay that way. By Logan Levkoff
Unless we can retell the story in a relevant way, let’s put Cinderella to rest. By Devorah Blanchor
My parents taught me how to keep myself safe. But they never told me if I got hurt, it wouldn’t be my fault. By Jamie Beth Cohen
I held his illness deep inside me the way I would hold shame. In the dark, it rotted and grew. By Laura Leffler
I’m raising two boys. And I am conscious of raising them to be people who hear and respond to the word “no.” By Brianne DeRosa
I don’t think it ever occurred to me how much and how often women are praised for displaying traits that basically render them invisible. By Shonda Rhimes
I don’t want advancement. I just want to do a good job each day and go home without guilt. By Brianne DeRosa
Having a kid before establishing a career was part luck and part madness. By Lauren Apfel
The sparks of ambition, even in the middle of life, can become flames. By Sonya Spillmann
My own aspirations weren’t as important as buying groceries. I had my daughters 80 percent of the time. By Katherine Sargent
Before I had kids, my mother told me: “Your career is the only thing you will ever have that is entirely your own.” By Adrienne So
The stories I make up for my child are more powerful than any book, because she is the heroine.
By Lauren Kosa
Are we all so jaded and depressed by Hillary’s loss that we’ve just said: to hell with it, mermaid Barbies from here on out?
By Carrie Friedman
We were unwittingly showing our daughter that being a mother excludes other possibilities.
By K.C. Willivee
Nobody told me while my house was falling apart that eventually I would start to see clearly again.
By Lauren Apfel
We will fight, my daughters and I. In our black stretch pants and pink pussy hats, we will take our stand.
By Francie Arenson Dickman