What if our split isn’t the best thing for her? What if it does irreparable harm?
By Robin L. Flanigan
motherhood
Being an advocate for a cause in general is quite a separate thing from letting your own kid be different.
By Kimberley Moran
I wish the kids could stay this age forever—on the cusp of leaving, but never leaving—only I know it would not end well. By Catherine Newman
Kids—they break you wide open and expose parts you didn’t even know could feel pain.
By Katie Rose Guest Pryal
He’s passing as a boy now—as long as he binds his breasts.
By Katrin Grace
Momsplaining perpetuates the myth that someone out there is getting this parenting thing right.
By Carla Naumburg
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
“We’re happy, the three of us, aren’t we?” I asked my husband.
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
We’ve raised three children of our own, but still have a little parenting left in us.
By Julianne Palumbo
The doctor finally looked at me and said, “We can’t hold her down. She’s sixteen.”
By Laurie Lichtenstein
Nobody told me while my house was falling apart that eventually I would start to see clearly again.
By Lauren Apfel
My daughter loves her little brother dearly, it’s just that she’s outgrown him.
By Elizabeth Maria Naranjo
Yes, moms need to fight the current political situation. But they also need to take care of themselves.
By Ilyse Dobrow DiMarco
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
It made me spitting mad, the way the daily duties of parenting and home ownership began to rest entirely on me.
By Hope Edelman
I cling to the knowledge that if I have given her anything, I have given her hope. I see it in her smile.
By Jenn O’Connor
Planned Parenthood is one of the last vestiges of hope in this country.
By Abigail Rasminsky
I can’t imagine spreading my legs and letting doctors make quick work of this loss.
By Nicole Piasecki
I can’t help but think ideas about simplicity mask ideas about masculinity, and what it is, and isn’t, okay to feel.
By Ashley Lefrak Grider
I’m postpartum. Without a newborn. At 20 weeks of pregnancy, my baby didn’t make it.
By Jenn Press Arata