Parenting, relationships, work-life balance. Your pandemic self-growth in 100 words or less.
relationships
Our kids had met only a handful of times, but now all of a sudden we were living together as a family. By Lauren Apfel
It’s been a long, slow road to finding a balance between supporting others and supporting myself. By Yvonne Spence
Nothing epitomized the drudgery and boredom of those early parenting years quite like an afternoon at the park. By Ilyse Dobrow DiMarco
On their first day of homeschooling a punch was thrown over whose turn it was to use the laptop. By Sylvia Carr Clebsch
I heard the baby crying again, I didn’t get up. I was too hungover. By Victoria Vanstone
We have plenty of coffee in our cupboard. What’s not in bloom has buds, promises, waiting. By Kara Gebhart Uhl
It has to be a single leaf, floating through the sky by itself. Do you have a mom sign? By Kandace Chapple
I’m having a good quarantine. Can I say that? By Lauren Apfel
Let your children see you trying. Let them see you cry. By Kaci Curtis
My kids are used to my loud, Jewish-mom complaining—but not this unkindness. Not this anxiety-fueled rage. By Hannah Grieco
Ada Calhoun gives a voice to middle-age struggles—and empowers a generation of women who were raised to “have it all.”
Eve Rodsky’s book Fair Play presents a hands-on, systematic solution to how to share the division of labor at home.
When children feel pressured to perform well in the public realm, they have a hard time recognizing what really matters to them. By Dr. Madeline Levine
I told my kids in McDonald’s. Because when you’re about to drop that kind of bomb, really you want them to be eating french fries. By Lauren Apfel
Look up, look around and listen. Here I am. Down the street or a phone call away. By Lisa Michelle
When Finn took his first steps and my husband was on another continent, I couldn’t help but wonder, “How could you miss this?” By Kaci Curtis
What brings this group of mothers together beyond the common thread of parenthood and our kids’ friendships? By Lauran Bell
On Friday nights, I would rush through my daughter’s bedtime books, slurring words and skipping full pages. By Shelley Mann Hite
I ignored her recipe for many years as a way to avoid the loss. By Marcia Kester Doyle
After bursting into tears, you text your brother-in-law: “Sorry, this is awkward, but make sure she doesn’t use a tampon for the bleeding.” By Lorren Lemmons
As much as I love Christmas, without Santa I felt only glee and relief at the massive reduction in my December workload. By Michelle Deininger
“What did you expect, Mom?” said my kid, laughing now, in her same boy-voice she’s always had. By Joanna Franklin Bell
“Birth mom” does not make me feel like a baby machine without feelings, but it does clarify my role in her life. By Adrian Collins
What if birth certificates reflected reality? I imagined three spaces, one for our daughter’s biological mother and two for us. By Sarah Werthan Buttenwieser