Scars
Jill Richardson
Scars run across my body like tracks at a railroad terminal. They cross my entire abdomen in both directions. Large scars by any measure.
Scars run across my body like tracks at a railroad terminal. They cross my entire abdomen in both directions. Large scars by any measure.
Secure attachment is the holy grail of child development and most moms are preprogrammed to pour themselves out so their kids can attain it.
Tonight, I lie here, sending my thoughts into the glowing screen, letting the soft tapping of the keys be the lullaby to the baby
After years of both lugging babies and bags down Terminal 5, the most amazing thing happened: all three of my children walked the long
Hello Mama, As we near the close of summer and all the kid activities that fill up this busy season, I am especially humbled
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As the oldest child in a single parent family, I grew up fast. But when I became a mom, I wanted to “do it
There are many areas whereby I can visibly see that a child resides in my home – even if he isn’t present. There always
Dear Sons, I fear I’ve failed you by teaching you skin color doesn’t matter … when clearly it does. Maybe I should’ve taught you
I reach to pick up a scrap of popped pink balloon, when I hear the dreaded words. “Mommy, what are you going to do