Does becoming a parent damage one’s happiness? Or is language really just that slippery?
“I’m telling you I’m going away, and I don’t know if I’ll be back.”
This holiday season, everybody wins!
“I startled awake /to think of my child as an old woman, /who has always been exactly /who she is, never who she may be.”
Don Blackwell’s heartfelt piece about loss.
I was always scared, as much as I didn’t want to be my mother, I was.
As much as I love you for your stunning beauty, I love you more for your imperfections.
Krista Genevieve Farris shares one of those odd parenting moments.
Mike Berry knows exactly who his son is.
Once upon a time when my kids were little, I heard a theory I have never forgotten. That we should never label our kids as anything. Not even a good girl, not even a sweet boy. Definitely none of the antonym variety. It made me wonder about the effects of what our kids pick up…
Yesterday—in front of my two younger children—I nearly choked to death on my grilled chicken dinner. What should have simply released a heavy sigh of relief in my wife’s ear at bedtime contorted into a sleepless night of revisiting another recent near miss: Last month I wanted to take my own life.The two brushes with…
A father’s firmness and a young man’s growth are the focuses of Ivan Kershner’s tight, compelling poem.
A trip through the Provincetown dunes in Cape Cod sparks memories of a father’s final days in Marc Frazier’s poem
Steven Lake asks himself the ultimate knight-in-shining armor question, and discovers a few surprises.
A father reflects on his changing relationship with his growing daughter in Benjamin Myers’s tender poem.
In advance of Mother’s Day, here’s a poem from Christopher Nelson which celebrates beauty and a son’s love for his mom. It’s also one of those poems that makes you go “Oh!” at the end.