When you’re a parent, you have to believe that no matter what your child does or says they still deserve to be loved.
By Erika Sauter
I wait for sleep, for the fever to break, the tooth to fall out, the rash to go away.
By Zsofia McMullin
Sorry, can’t make it to the sorority reunion. My thermometer says I’m ovulating!
By Amy Klein
I waited to feel that my first child was not enough. I waited for a hunger that can be satisfied in only one way.
By Leslie Kendall Dye
All the years of doing and hoping, praying and sculpting—you wait to see if it worked.
By Lisa Romeo
For black women, wearing our hair in its natural state was—and still is, to some extent—considered defiant.
By Margaret Auguste
The swings she used to ride are still moving, but she’s long gone, and I realize it’s only the wind.
By Robin L. Flanigan