Five Glorious Minutes

Vicki Lesage essays

I look up every five minutes, amazed I have this much time to myself. And I realize that I kind of, almost, a little tiny bit, miss the noise.

A Life of Passion

Wendy Kennar essays

I love my family passionately. But I recognize the need to love myself with passion, to dive in and find my way in this new stage of my life.

To the Mom Suffering From Depression

Sheila Hageman essays

Rest in the breath and in the love that you can feel even in your darkest moments when you close your eyes, take a deep inhalation, release a slow exhalation, and pause.

How To Make Antibiotics in Your Car

Jessica Dettmann essays

By the next morning I had forgotten there ever was a new sippy cup, and that is how it came to spend a week lying forgotten under the front passenger seat, slowly leaking rotting milk into the carpet.

My Mother’s Landline

Erin Britt essays

My baby will find other ways to observe me in wonderment as a woman who is both her mother, yet someone else completely.