By Matt Logelin. Without the love of my life,I was now facing a lifetime as a single father to the daughter we were so excited to raise together.
It was nearly four years ago that my daughter was born to me, without pain or contractions, on the side of a road.
Sometimes I wish I could forget that I dropped him. But the fog that cloaked his arrival with sleepless wonder did not shroud those few horrifying seconds.
By Bethany Thies. I’ve been expecting the call and dreading it since he was 2.
By Rachel Macy Stafford. Today I hear…Whining about her sister having a bigger scoop. Slamming doors. The relentless buzz of the dryer: something needs folded…again.
When I learned you were going to be part of my son’s life, I couldn’t breathe.
By Melissa Bangs. The agony of missing my daughter was accompanied by the shame of abandoning her.
By Gillian Kessler. He is all elemental, stick and strength, born of my strong body, his muscles rest in mine.
As the parent of a trans* kid, I was deeply affected by Leelah Alcorn’s suicide.
By Stephanie Land. I know I'm headed for a hard road, raising two kids on my own.