By Tara at YKIHAYHT. For reasons not yet known, you were chosen to be my oldest.
By Katrina Willis. Today, seventeen is also the age of my firstborn.
So what’s my job now? To laugh with them I guess, about life and things we shouldn’t take too seriously. To care about something enough that it drives you. To teach them not to depend on me, but still need me. And how to be independent, but value community and family. Teach them how to be big brothers to their sister and how to figure out what they believe, stand up for it, but not be intolerant of others.
By Rachel Macy Stafford. If you are a writer, then you know there is almost always an obstacle between you and your writing.
I’ll always love you. That’s what moms should know.
That's the problem with being a person that's been left or rejected: it can haunt you.
by Matilda Beltz, age 13 Should I put that picture of my PSL on my snapchat story? Does this selfie look bad? Do they all secretly hate me? Are my …
As my son’s teenage years approached, I knew I didn’t want to be that mom.
My little boy who once so openly adored me is masked by pre-teen, eye-rolling, heavy-sighing adolescence.
I remember feeling nervous as a 9th grade girl—wanting to feel pretty, fretting over whether my outfit and hair were just right, putting on a face of confidence when I was terrified on the inside.