My sister had asked me to bake. “Keep her busy” was the secret code among my family members that season. By Nancy Payne-Hambrose
divorce
Sometimes making yourself quieter for other people is the same as making yourself smaller. By Lauren Apfel
“Momma was crying last night,” my seven-year-old said. “She was crying because you left our family.” By Erik Raschke
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
Perhaps the fish were feeble replacements for all that we had lost, but they were also hopeful things. By Samantha Shanley
It was so much easier to ignore my own pounding heart amidst the turbulence when I was worrying about my son’s instead. By Lauren Apfel
My confidence in myself as a parent, a wife, and a woman were badly shaken. I was a mess. By Diane Pomerantz
It was hard enough to find somebody the first time, when I was young and untarnished by the scars of motherhood.
By Katherine Sargent
I had to let go of the idea that I was the only one who could meet my children’s needs.
By Samantha Shanley
I could not teach my stepdaughter, this girl so quickly becoming a woman, that to stay was always right.
By Katie Gutierrez