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... by Lauren Hale |
She sighs, in the penumbra of the small and softly lit lamp, as her baby snuggles closer to her neck, his chubby fists opening and closing. He exhales and relaxes his body with a small rattled whimper. She waits, her eyelids drooping more with every passing second,...