Motherhood has no KPIs. But every day feels like a performance review.
For Kole
My family suffered and is still suffering immeasurable grief; to lose a son, a brother, a nephew, a grandchild, a best friend, the love of your life is something that no one can explain until they have experienced it themselves.
No Moral Here
Perfect father leaves the baby in the car; mother who can’t keep track of anything is relieved.
One Good Thing: Celebrating the Birthday of a Child Who Has Died
In hindsight, I was glad I’d gone so over the top. I couldn’t have known that her first birthday party would be the only one I’d ever get to throw her.
The Call
By Bethany Thies. I’ve been expecting the call and dreading it since he was 2.
Mo-Jo
How a cilinical sexologist helped this mom get her mo-jo back.
Looking For My Butterfly Balloon
My current emotional state reminds me of something that happened in the depths of last winter. Though this September is a gift of perfect, gentle, sun-drenched days, it is my children who push back the fog.
As a Parent of a Trans* Kid
As the parent of a trans* kid, I was deeply affected by Leelah Alcorn’s suicide.
No Man’s Land
By Stephanie Land. I know I'm headed for a hard road, raising two kids on my own.
The First Time My Husband Died
Over the years, I've taken a keen interest in the response to death in our country. We don't like it. It makes us uncomfortable. Someplace deep inside, we believe if we're smart enough, fast enough, clever enough, it won't happen to us.