I’m afraid of losing my daughter. I’m afraid of being replaced. By Jeannette Sanderson
relationships
The sun was shredding us, both me and the stupid snow cone. By Mary Adkins
The hard truth is that I can’t protect my child from everything. By Megan Hanlon
There’s a name for these knitting mistakes: “grandma kisses.” By Carol Ewig
I was in no hurry to let go of my grief. It was what I had left of my daughter. By Mary Janevic
Motherwell talks to Melinda Wenner Moyer about how to raise kind, tolerant, empathetic children.
Would I embrace the care of my own pet with more gusto? Tolerate its mess, its foibles—the way I do my own kids? By Lauren Apfel
My mother set about blending our identities from the day I was born. By Nancy Camden
When I forgot my homework or my pants ripped at recess I dialed on auto-pilot. By Jonathan Meyer
Sometimes my siblings complain about the stresses of parenting and I want to say, then why did you have three? By Grace Orbison
I bought the ‘having it all’ narrative like so many other women of my generation. But I didn’t read the fine print. By Virginia Fundora
When Steve died, I found it hard to imagine ever finding love again. By Sarah Kilch Gaffney
It occurred to me that I would have to live with this lifeless body—my baby—inside me for the next four days. By Sarah Gundle
I stumbled over the “they.” It felt clunky in my mouth. By Melissa Brand
In death as in life, she would be surrounded by nature’s bounty. By Megan Hanlon
I know our relationship—which has always been very close and strong—will never be the same again. By Carol Ewig
My mother was praised her whole life for her beauty; I preferred praise for my mind. By Emily Franklin
Strong kids embrace the changes in their lives. They work on adapting to the things going on around them instead of resisting them. By Amy Morin
Her new book offers an honest and straightforward guide for preventing substance abuse in children.
He’s been out of daycare for nearly a year, but he has befriended the couch. By Maya Schenwar
Our roller disco will be a celebration of survival, a catchpenny affair, meant to launch us into the season of renewal. By Samantha Shanley
Hopeful children are happier, more satisfied with life, and more willing to try. By Michele Borba, Ed. D.
It was the official end of the picture book era in our family, and I was surprised by how bereft I felt. By Mary Janevic
If you know the taste of real yogurt, or freedom, you won’t give it up easily. By Daniela Elza
In the past twelve months you have become Mama and Mommy and Mum, but you are also still you. By Emily Brisse