That's the problem with being a person that's been left or rejected: it can haunt you.
by Matilda Beltz, age 13 Should I put that picture of my PSL on my snapchat story? Does this selfie look bad? Do they all secretly hate me? Are my …
As my son’s teenage years approached, I knew I didn’t want to be that mom.
My little boy who once so openly adored me is masked by pre-teen, eye-rolling, heavy-sighing adolescence.
I remember feeling nervous as a 9th grade girl—wanting to feel pretty, fretting over whether my outfit and hair were just right, putting on a face of confidence when I was terrified on the inside.
By Rachel Macy Stafford. If you are a writer, then you know there is almost always an obstacle between you and your writing.
I’ll always love you. That’s what moms should know.
But somehow the birthdays came mighty fast. One. Five. Nine.
Why is it so hard to ask, to promote ourselves?
His little boy smell, the feel of his warm and slightly sticky self pressed against me, his blond hair flying into my eyes, my nose, covering my lips.