By Jennifer Savage. We had gone from a place of deep trust just minutes before with my fingers in her hair, listening to her tell me about her day to me on my knees detailing all the ways I take care her while she shivered and cried, wrapped in a towel, in front of me.
By Megan Cottrell. There are so many big things when you're a parent: how you're going to discipline your kid, what you're going to feed them, where and how and when they sleep, where they'll go to school, if you'll raise them to believe in God or Buddha or the great spaghetti monster.
Mamalode awarded “Notable Special Issues of 2012” for our CAPACITY issue.
While walking with great-grandpa to the park, smoke fills the air, cinders fall from the sky in a forest-fire sunset. We shouldn’t be out, but can’t sit inside where grandma’s …
By Jennifer Savage. Sometimes you have to go to where you came from to know where you are going. And recently I hopped a plane at the absolute last minute to do just that.
By Stacey Conner. Is it possible to end up with nothing you ever dreamed of 21 years ago and be this happy? Their 10th anniversary is this week. She knows she won’t get flowers. He rarely buys flowers or cards; it’s not his way.
By Stephanie Sprenger. I was fuming as we drove away from my toddler’s childcare center, and my daughter was in tears, worrying about whether she would be late for school. I snapped at her, having hit my limit, and was rewarded by the karmic misfortune of driving over a cumbersome cluster of branches in the road.
By Janelle Hanchett. Since it’s the beginning of flu season, I have a question for you: How is it that a mild head cold somehow manifests in my husband as the bubonic plague?
A mama finds her voice through her writing.
By Amanda Magee. The years that Sean and Jan had between them, the years that Jeannie had been waiting in the wings, the decades Jan had with parents from a generation that never had the tools to absorb this sort of thing, they all collided in the space in front of us.