by Lauren Hale |
Mother’s Day — Oh how I’ve hated you, how I’ve misunderstood you. Since becoming a mom, Mother’s Day sends shivers up, down and around my spine. This will be my third — time flies. Prior to motherhood, when I was much younger, I really... by Lauren Hale |
He’s being smothered. A horror swims up through my chest and I jolt awake. I’ve rolled onto the baby, and—I feel around, just us?—but the nightmare fist does not open. “Wake up,” I say, as I push my hands into my husband. “I can’t breathe.” “Wh-a. . .What?” I’m... by Lauren Hale |
At 24, home meant a rundown farm house, a bit off the grid in the Maryland countryside. My partner and I had been together only a few months and hastily moved there when I discovered I was pregnant. The house belonged to my grandfather, a wealthy lawyer with a taste... by Lauren Hale |
Before I had kids? I didn’t know I was suffering from debilitating anxiety. You see, I thought everyone lived like I did, felt like I did, thought like I did. I mean, doesn’t everybody cry in their car in the parking lot of the mall because they can’t... by Lauren Hale |
For all the mothers out there, of any variety, Happy Mother’s Day. If you are a mother, you are fierce and you are awesome. Whether you are a birth mom, adoptive mom, stay-at-home-mom, work-at-home-mom, employed outside the home mom, mom who goes to college, mom...