I wanted to laugh and not think about my mortality. I wanted to attend functions at my son’s school without a perfectly tied head scarf. By Kai McGee
Maybe she will meet the “right” guy or girl. Maybe she will never be interested in sex.
By Melanie Lopez
I actively chose hope in having a child, and when you choose hope you also choose despair.
By Shannon Lell
Already in love with the boy’s father, I wanted to build something special with his son too.
By Hillary Vaillancourt
We connected through the magic of the internet. Her son was in crisis. Could I help?
By Brianne DeRosa
Motherhood has become so consuming to me that I find it hard not to project onto others a desire for the sense of purpose it offers.
By Lauren Apfel
As someone with a son dead because of heroin, I couldn’t look away.
By Bill Williams
My best efforts at parenting weren’t enough to make him stay. My son no longer wanted to call me “Mom.”
By Kelly A. Dorgan
By stuffing my backpack with toys and dolls, I realized I was trying to control my children’s adventure.
By Andrea Hannah
We trot her out into the world, trying to help her gain confidence through exposure. But it only lasts for so long.
By Linda Pressman