Why is living in mom’s basement such a terrible thing? By Fara Nizamani
motherhood
I told Mama to stop taking me to doctors when I was twelve. I didn’t want to be a burden. By SaraGrace Griffin
How could I do it all again? The uncomfortable pregnancy, the brutal birth, the dark newborn days. By Joy Netanya
For me the taco had become an easy vector of choice, creativity, freedom, and therefore power. By Samantha Shanley
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
Some lessons about social justice, no matter how terrible, are better learned by living than by lecture. By Francie Arenson Dickman
When we use #blessed, we are saying that we have been chosen for joy. The problem is what this word suggests in the context of suffering. By Liz Becker