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 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 husband and I already had two beautiful, healthy children that were well into self-sufficient ages. Two children were all we could...

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, ...

"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, ...

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 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...

We have a funny saying in our home: ‘hear you, hearing you.’ It’s the not-subtle reminder that your children will take on, and repeat,...

When my daughter was about four years old, we took the kids camping. The morning of day four of our trip, she and I headed to the...

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 was lucky to have my sister, ten years younger, living in town when I was pregnant. She came to all the birth classes with me, was...

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...

I’d done the single parent deal, and the “force it to work because we have a kid” situation. I’d made multiple attempts over the first 6...