January 2016

”Well, clearly I’m not needed here, ” I said to Marc, shoving on my shoes. I felt like my own child’s temporary babysitter, just waiting for the real parent to…

McMullan notes that when she couldn’t read or write following her father’s death, she realized that what she needed was a collection of essays written by women about their fathers.…

The poems here consider fatherhood and the power of memory to ignite joy and pain at once. For many parents, this is a powerful truism, that our experiences run through…

Henion’s journey begins when she gives birth to her son, Archer, and enters a phase of arduous disruption, lack of sleep and the parenting blasé that follows, complete with no-cry…

In the end, I walked away after arranging a quick service, realizing that in the more than 20 years I’d known my father, I had never taken the time to…

As deputy editor, Rita Arens is a regular featured speaker at BlogHer’s annual conferences, the world’s largest conferences for women in social media. She recently spoke with Lisa Lynne Lewis…

Gazing at the ceiling, Clancy lost himself in the trails and shadows of his mind and discovered the process of thought without thinking.

Sweetie. My eyes well up with tears. The word had rolled off of her tongue so easily, as if these past six months never existed. The last time she called…

Touch seems to offend her; she screams and writhes when I brush her thick, curly hair, crying in what sounds like pain and forcing me to wrestle with her on…

We just made a child/ he said to the dark. // I was merely aiming/ for the place where self is lost . . .

happiness matters, like breakfast / on the table.