Yes, I'm With Them: Two Races, Two Colors, Lots of Awkward Looks
She was tall and blonde. He was tall and Black. But that’s not what made them stand out to me, nor was it the fact that their children,...
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Acceptance of a World Not Meant for Mothers
And just like that, she’s gone. I stood at the door as she walked away from the house, roller bag trailing behind her. It’s such an odd...
She’s Coming Home!
After two months away from home, my daughter is returning home from college for Thanksgiving. We've both learned so much. Read on.
The Darkest Fears
There are moments when I am overwhelmed by the mortal fear that someday, I’ll roll over and my husband won’t be there. Or I’ll slip my...
The Hard, Scary Things
In this life, it's the hard, scary things that move you forward. Take risks. Learn more.
To My Husband, on His 49th Birthday
A birthday letter to my husband, where I write things down so he knows how great he is. Read more.
Ten Years After Hurricane Sandy
Ten years after Hurricane Sandy, a mom from Rockaway Beach reflects on rebuilding and moving on. Read more.
When You Miss Someone
The summer when I was 17 years old, my boyfriend and I left for college in different states. He went to Cleveland; I went to Boston. I...
The Mom Hangover
After shepherding my child's journey to college, my body begged for mercy: It was a Mom Hangover, and I needed to nurse it. Read more.
The Dorm Room Goodbye
The dorm room goodbye is one of the hardest goodbyes, and it took me a while to understand why. Read more.
A Letter to Myself, as My Daughter Leaves for College
You’re doing it already: Wandering into her room when she’s not home, just to feel the essence of her. The clothes strewn on the floor,...
A Letter to My Daughter, as She Leaves for College
Five days from now, we’ll be moving you into your college dorm. Here is how I know you're ready.
I Feel Mad About My Uterus
I am 49 years old and think it’s time for my uterus to go. You’ve served me well over the last 37 years. Actually, you’ve served me well...
Hello Silence, My Old Friend
Today I woke to an empty house. My daughter was at a sleepover and my son was at his grandparents’. My husband had left early for work....
A Sick Kid, 3,000 Miles, and a Lesson in Adulting
“Mom, I really don’t feel good,” my daughter said. She was on the phone and 3,000 miles away from home. The symptoms: nausea and...
Date Night: Often a Joy, Sometimes a Challenge, Always a Necessity
My husband and I were sitting on opposite sides of the couch when notifications started coming into my phone. Calendar invite: Drinks...
All Alone and Not Sure What to Do with Myself
I find myself in a very unfamiliar predicament: It is 6 pm on a weeknight and I am the only one home. My husband is out to dinner with a...
That Friend You Haven’t Talked to In Forever? Text Her. Here’s Why.
While scrolling through Facebook, I saw a photo of a friend who now lives down south. Except she wasn’t down south--the photo was taken...
Control is an Illusion. Here's How I Know.
Motherhood, when it descends upon you – for it doesn’t ease its way in, it just lands – created in me a sense of omnipotence. In the...
To My Daughter, on her 18th Birthday
I am learning to let go. Today you turn 18, and every day I am reminded that you are more adult than child, more capable than helpless,...
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