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Eleven

September 8, 2016October 6, 2018 Jessica Rinker

Standing here in the doorway. I hold my daughter close. She is incandescent; I move to catch her, to absorb her before she is gone. Her body incipient, delicate places I’ve embraced and loathed the same. She is the sunrise, the before on the cusp of everything that is after Read more

Suburban Rant

April 29, 2016August 19, 2021 Shanna DeMott

Every day as a parent, I feel as if I’ve failed. It never gets easier, does it? Today when I dropped my daughter off at her new school, I felt her apprehension. It was a tangible, ‘reach out and cut it with a knife’ sort of hesitation. She hustled to Read more

My Grandmother’s Love: The Legacy of Alexandria Frahm

March 23, 2016September 25, 2016 Louisa Frahm

It’s been a year, and yet it feels like just yesterday. A year ago this week, my grandmother, my idol, my mentor, my best friend, received her angel wings. She was 95. Through her life, she set the ultimate example of how to live with compassion, humor, and grace. Making Read more

Always Sorry

January 3, 2016October 4, 2018 H.M. Jones

Screaming so loud my voice breaks, only the fragile hear me, and they’ll be the next to break. Mommy’s sick and sorry and so sick of being sorry that anything to numb the rage seems a proper penalty, a gift to give you peace. Smacking my face, alcohol craze, cigarettes Read more

I’m on it Like Blue Bonnet

December 28, 2015September 12, 2018 Allie Burke

Something my mother used to say. Or still does, I would imagine. As my youngest brother and I got older, we’d start to wonder out loud what all these little phrases our mother used to say actually meant. I remember us laughing in my car on a two AM highway Read more

Phenomenal Beauty: Burned and Thriving

December 13, 2015October 4, 2018 Yadira Carranza

I was 9-months-old when my life turned upside down. It was a couple of days before Christmas when a fire started on the first floor of the apartment building my family and I lived in. My mother was pregnant again and worried for our safety. She decided to go thru Read more

The Bath

November 20, 2015October 4, 2018 Bill Ratner

It was the middle of the afternoon. My mother’s voice was smoky and quiet, calming. I was five and a half years old.

“Billy, you and I are going to take a bath together, and I’m going to show you my breast. You know I had a mastectomy, and they removed my breast, but I’m better now, and I don’t want you to be afraid.”

Too Close to Home

June 13, 2015October 3, 2018 Uber Esquire

So how did a part-time lawyer and middle-aged mom who spent most mornings and afternoons shuttling my kids to their private schools and endless extracurricular activities end up as an Uber driver, transporting complete strangers all over LA? Well, no surprise, a pending divorce is part of the story but Read more