Compiled by many members of the Girl-Mom community:
- Today I took him to the park, and I'm still energetic and agile enough to run around and climb the monkey bars with him!
- I know I won't hurt myself like my mom used to if I roll around on the floor having a tickle fight!
-I'll still be super young when they are adults... Find Out More
Outside the Radar by dancing_in_the_nude
My name isn’t important, it’s something ethnic, something foreign. Something filled with delicate L’s and rolling R’s, it suits me. I am brown like cinnamon, warm and passionate, and I blend in well in my warm and passionate neighborhood. The streets here aren’t too well cared for, and... Find Out More
A Mother's Fate
My mother was a teenage mother, as was her mother and so on. Perhaps this is why my mother could never quite believe that my passages into womanhood had truly happened. In accepting my maturation, she would have to accept her own. So, it was much easier for her to ignore it. For instance, when I began... Find Out More
Give Me Just One Good Reason
by Mary DuChene
Many days I get home from work and class at 3 p.m. and realize I haven’t had a chance to eat or pee since 7:30 in the morning. I pick up the mail and sometimes, if I am lucky, there’s a child support check. The last one was for $184.63. The check stub helpfully informs me that the... Find Out More
If someone had asked me for my story over a year ago it would be dull. It would be a story about a girl who got up everyday and went to school. A girl who played sports and had a lot of friends. My story was one without hardships or difficult decisions. I am no longer that girl.
My new story starts on a... Find Out More