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...

My first husband was dissatisfied with his mother and when later in our marriage, he fell on hard times, he made it clear that he...

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 entry into motherhood wasn't sunshine and daisies. From the moment I found out I was pregnant I was scared. And I remained scared for...

I spent eight months worrying about what it would be like when I finally went into labor. I had heard so many stories about painful birth...

I spent the first night of my son’s life with only him in the hospital, as my husband was tired and needed to go home to sleep. I didn’t...

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

"My mother is a grandmother now she says to me let’s catch up so I put my book down take a deep breath say sure and she is already...

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

When we were already late, but I chose to squeeze in 45 seconds to run the vacuum; which coincidentally, is enough time for both children...

My daughter lied. My sweet, quiet, honest (wasn’t she?!) daughter lied. And not just a little lie, but a big one - the kind with real...

My last month of pregnancy I was wondering where my friends were. Busy with their business and not inviting me their fun. I guess due to...

You’re getting fat. What are you pregnant? I smiled, having known that this moment was coming. She sat across from me, her own belly...

I know now that I experienced postpartum depression with both of my boys, but to different degrees. Back then, there really wasn't a...

Trigger Warning: This story contains subject matter relating to suicide. It was a cool November morning. I was cleaning up the kitchen...

I’ve got a kid that hangs back. When it comes to new places and faces (or old ones, frankly), she buys her time. She watches. Assesses....

I thought mothers loved all their children the same? Well, I’m just going to say it, but I think I have a favorite. All I know is one...

You’d never think that motherhood would involve so much losing and finding of my kids’ body parts!  Not to mention the body parts I’ve...

Two summers ago on July 3rd, my 11 year old was complaining about a stomachache. We had been suffering in a heat wave, multiple days of...

There is nothing like being a mother. Our stories are unique, and should be honored as such. If we don’t, many vulnerable women will feel...