Dear Young Mom (Me)
Jill Richardson
Dear Young Mom (Me), Look into the face of your little girl. Your first one on her first birthday party. The one with a
Dear Young Mom (Me), Look into the face of your little girl. Your first one on her first birthday party. The one with a
These are the three great questions about life that we all must answer at some point in our lives. And it starts in childhood
“Can I talk to you? Just you and me?” My sparkly eyed, curly haired 5-year-old daughter whispered in my ear as I was tucking
“You talk so white.” I stared back at the girl who’d just said that to me, not surprised by her comment, but also unsure
The news coming out of Charlottesville, VA is horrifying. Racism is a weapon. It is life-destroying and goes against every tendency we have as
I stare at the 19 strangers encircling me and they look back at me – expectantly. I don’t like this kind of attention; even
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