moms

She was a mother who couldn’t mother. Mental illness absorbed my mother’s maternal soul and left a hollow shell that morphed her.

It’s time to get clear on why alcohol is not a cultural cliché or gimmick we should get behind. Really, it only distracts us from solving the social problems we face. We need to reject it.

Stretch marks. Tiger stripes. Road maps. Ant trails. Tattoos. Mommy stripes.

Children of working moms have a lot to be grateful for.

Mom friends were the ones to whom you were supposed to spill all those dark parenting thoughts. I wanted that mom-magic. I knew it was out there somewhere.