There’s no protocol for sharing that one has a life-threatening illness.By Hilary Locker Fussteig
parenting
Some days I tell myself that as long as she’s choosing cooking, it can’t be oppressive. By Lisa Swander
By 1994, I thought the word “retarded” was taboo. By Susan Chaplin
Even his laughter scared her. By Jillian Marshall
Being a mom was something I always wanted but never knew was possible. By Ryan Rae Harbuck
I picked up each pair of pajamas and remembered you in them. By Elizabeth Brady
As a teenager, I absorbed the message that birth control revolved around the female body. By Billy Kilgore
“If you go back,” my twelve-year-old said, “say I’m sorry *if* I mis-gendered you.” By Kim Anton
Motherwell talks to Jungian psychologist Lisa Marchiano about her new book, and motherhood as a journey of self-discovery.
Through the years I’ve gotten rid of sentimental items I would love to see at least one more time. By Kimberly Witt
Having choices, not just careers, is fundamental to feminism. By Liz Sjaastad
There’s power in knowing you can do something creative, even in a world turned upside down. By Sarah Walker Caron
My son obsessively exercises during the commercials of whatever he happens to be watching. By Michael Bahler
With six children, you learn to spread anxiety thinly over everyone until it ceases to have much impact. By Jodi Bartle
The fact that my kid is in his school uniform while his classmates are all dressed for the party makes me cringe. By Virginia Fundora
I have spent years juggling my three jobs: teacher, mother, and alcoholic. By Jennifer Dines
I have a full-time job and yet I still feel like I’m waiting for my ex-husband to see me as an equal human. By Katherine Sargent
There’s a certain emotional security that comes with having a glamorous job title. By Chiazo Obiudu
Whisking him off to surgery without even a mention to his parents seemed a premature exit from the cocoon of childhood. By Lauren Apfel
The saying that a mother is only as happy as her unhappiest child is true. By Beth Thompson
The sun was shredding us, both me and the stupid snow cone. By Mary Adkins
During those play sessions I frequently felt resentful and bored. By Marya Markovich
You finally have the freedom you’ve been dreaming about for years, but you don’t know what to do with it. By Laura Carraro
When Steve died, I found it hard to imagine ever finding love again. By Sarah Kilch Gaffney
Lunchtime beers would spill into afternoon cocktails and then more cocktails. By Jordan Souza