Our fourth date was the birth of my daughter. By Stewart Lewis
relationships
Maybe I wasn’t supposed to see her like that. Topless. Grinning. Young. But I’m glad I did. By Samantha Woods
How will we continue to carve out this week as the sands keep shifting? By Bronwen Butter Newcott
My daughter has always been tolerated by our families, but she has never been loved. By Jose Cardenas
Even his laughter scared her. By Jillian Marshall
Who am I to this little girl, and who is she to me? By Susan Miller
The cookbook was already creating happiness, and I hadn’t yet made a single recipe. By Elizabeth Newdom
Nursing my son to sleep, I contemplated Marie Curie. By Nadja Cech
Moms are supposed to rebound. Some of us don’t. By Christy Tending
I want the roses as much as I hate them. By Leslie Stonebraker
We owe our children safe spaces to adorn themselves with color and material and fit and comfort as they decide. By Kristen H. McLeod
Through the years I’ve gotten rid of sentimental items I would love to see at least one more time. By Kimberly Witt
I wanted to learn how people managed to survive the unthinkable. By Sarah Werthan Buttenwieser
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
Why is the question—what makes you feel the most like you?—so often met with an extended pause? By Eve Rodsky
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
The day our third child came along, I often found myself fantasizing about cutting the cords of his computer. By Tania Lorena Rivera
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
The particular bonding of a blended family didn’t come easily to me. By Tess Clarkson
My Lego games with Brian defined our relationship. Until, one fateful day, he left for college. By Matt Hollingsworth
The saying that a mother is only as happy as her unhappiest child is true. By Beth Thompson
Not all recipes need to be cooked, but they all deserve to be read. By Tahnee Freda
I wasn’t used to saying “no” to Mom—and didn’t know where to begin. By Elizabeth Newdom