Momologues

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 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 ...

When I was in college, after a spell of indiscriminate sex partners who were not at all interesting or good to me, I met an artist who...

As a college student in the early 1980's, I married young and briefly, and had two abortions. I trusted a man who turned out not to be ...

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...

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...

"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, ...

It was 1969. A few months earlier a man I was on a date with had forcibly raped me. Now I was in Australia at a college friends sheep...

"I never had to grapple with a decision that would change my life one way or the other. When I found myself pregnant in a toxic ...

This photo is from a time when my then-husband was out fishing and I was, simply put, not okay. My body was broken in many ways after a...

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 realized I had lost something I hadn’t had before, after touching base with my new neighbor, years after I had lost it. She was...

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...

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...

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...

I’m going to start in the middle, on the day my husband forgot to show up. The day I gave birth to my second child. He showed up in body...