By Shelby Spear Struggling in the Space Between Mothering and Letting Go
Her size XL t-shirt hung six inches below her tush, swallowing up her 5’ 2” frame. “I’m going out back…
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By Karen Johnson Why I Loved Being a Teen in the 90s
I graduated from high school in 1998, which means I am about the same age as Justin Timberlake and Britney…
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By Laura Hurd An Open Letter To The Tide Pod Eating Generation: You’re Not Stupid
If you scroll on Facebook for any length of time, one would quickly discover how our nation feels about your…
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By Lisa Leshaw A Conversation With a Daughter Who Met the Man of Her Dreams
"Your father is falling apart. It's not a medical condition, rather a predicament of the heart. You called to announce…
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By Gina Rich I May Be Grown Up, But Sometimes I Glimpse The Girl I Was
In 1985, I am six years old and have a raging case of chickenpox. My dad decides to document my…
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By Shannon Pannell Sweet Child, This World May Not Be Kind—But I’m Always Here For You
My dearest sons, Mommy can’t. I love you with everything I am. But I can’t. I can’t promise you…
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By Heather Duckworth This is 11
I watch her as she sits on the back porch, laughing with her friends. She pushes her long, dark hair…
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By Caitlin Shoe I’ll Hold You Instead
You fell asleep in my arms while I was on the phone with my mom, and I could have put…
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By Whitney Fleming When It’s Time to Say Goodbye to Barbie
Dear Barbie, Break ups are never easy, and this one is really tough. Seeing your blue eyes for the…
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By Christine Carter Dear Teenage Daughter, There’s So Much About You I Don’t Understand
I don't understand why you refuse to wear tights with your dress in the sub-zero weather, as you slip on…
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By Carolyn Moore We Were Just Kids When We Fell In Love
You were snarky and shy, awkward in that endearing gangly teenage boy kind of way. You made me laugh, and…
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By Beth Thompson When Pencil Marks Are Only Memories
It never occurred to me to discuss the door jamb. It never occurred to me to suggest to the painter—hired for a…
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