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I’m proud that our latest issue is still doing what our founders set out to do: revealing and honoring the many faces of motherhood.

You are no longer Dorothy. / You are firmly Auntie Em.

I am a channel marking / a way

On the screen, flight 175 / and the South Tower on fire.

There is no Mother, a man said

sex comes and goes, a light / switched on and off

At the red light / I can see inside

The street signs / appear and disappear / one diagnosis at a time.

Her song was the black throat of the chickadee, / hopping from limb to limb

Sonia Greenfield’s compelling collection of prose poems narrates a beautiful story of grief, gratitude, and imperfect motherhood.

The essays in The Best Most Awful Job represent a myriad of motherhood truths from diverse authors whose stories will inspire and reassure all types of mothers.