Mother’s Day Love

Digital love letters from kids whose moms are incarcerated.

Donations are way better than flowers.

Go hug your mom!

Motherly Advice, Part Six: Cyclops Mommy

Motherly Advice, Part Four: Mother Skunk

Motherly Advice, Part Three: Martian Mommy

Mother’s Day Gifts Mom Actually Wants

Mother’s Day is coming: that awfullest of holidays when Mom ceases to be a person and becomes a flowery figurehead to be showered with bath bombs and perfumes and everything pink because that’s what the card companies told you she wanted, when she’s forced to wait hours for a dismal breakfast in bed or taken out into a crowd to be paraded in front of strangers and fed a lukewarm brunch.

Mother’s Day Off

Have I ever taken a selfie without a baby or at least a baby bump? Not since before the word “selfie” was a thing.

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. Today is Mother’s Day Off.

Confused, are you? Thinking, I didn’t see any Hallmark cards for that one? Well, it’s not a national holiday. You might call it regional. That region is my house.

What does Mother’s Day Off mean? It means I’m wearing a short skirt with no concern about sitting cross-legged on the floor stacking blocks, because I won’t be doing that if I don’t want to. It means I’m not wearing nursing pads in my bra and won’t be until I decide I want to go home and nurse, because my husband will be feeding pumped milk to the baby. It means sitting in a coffee shop by myself, doing the work I haven’t found time to do in far too long, sipping coffee, wearing impractical shoes and lipstick and eyeshadow, noticing the man two tables over as he notices my legs, which I only today remembered existed under my yoga pants.