Momologues

I sat alone at the kitchen table. My daughter on a stool at the counter with her breakfast. I started to sob. again. A continuation from...

I would say my life has been defined in a large part by the lack of agency my mother had in her choice to have children. She was married...

I didn’t understand with my first child how much historic trauma had damaged my ability to be touched and express love with my kids. I ...

My childhood was filled with intense emotional and physical abuse. My mother was a single mom in the 80’s. My mother was mentally ill, ...

Listen, I never liked kids before having my own. I never cared about childhood development. I never knew babies were whole humans that...

Birth and death seem to go hand in hand. The immense feelings, emotions, and experiences that come with motherhood are unexplainable, ...

A different twist. My mom had two abortions when I was a teenager. Granted, she was seventeen when I was born...three months into being...

I do not remember the first time my mother told me that God wanted me to be her child. I do remember she told me that she wasn’t able to...