Worthless by  Hélène Williams The only place that I feel like I’m worth anything is at work. Well, that’s not true. When it’s just me with my toddler son I feel like I’ve done something right. At work, I consistently get rated “Effective.” But at home, I’m reminded constantly of things I’ve done or do..

My Bridge to Build by Donna J. Dotson My dad was a man of many talents.  He could grow his own food, cook it and preserve it for  winter. He could fix anything with a motor and he could quote scripture appropriate to any and every situation.  My father was a carpenter by trade, but..

Watching: An Open Letter to My Mom by Katie McCune Dear Mama, I’ve been watching you literally forever. After your ridiculous 46 hours of labor, yours were the first eyes I looked into, and whether or not you’ve been conscious of it, I’ve been watching you since. As a young child, I watched you every..

Me by S.D. I remember the day when I looked into the mirror as I did every morning. But this time I saw more. Usually I would just check to see if my hair looked tidy, my make-up – little as I used to wear – was suitable and my dress would make me appear..

In My Daughter’s Eyes by Maria Ashworth Hurricane Katrina surged through our city. But this hurricane seemed insignificant to the storm that tore apart our home. Life as I knew it changed forever. That night the man I married became a stranger in our home. One phone call from her took him away from me..

Why a Writer Needs a Break by Sweta Vikram In November of 2013, when my husband, Anudit, and I were attending a relative’s memorial service in Maryland, I kept thinking about how little we know people. Our understanding of others is often based on what we have in common or the relationship we share with..

This Magic Moment by Karen Kritzer I once knew who I was.  I was a young girl, full of hope, curiosity and candor.  I grew into the teenage good girl – the leader of the the pack – the don’t look back babe who marched fearlessly forward.  I was indeed a Leader – baton in..

A Butterfly in the Dark by Jennifer Dellow “Yes, but Dave, what is it, what does it mean for her?” Those were my mother’s words. I was sitting in a hospital reception having just come from my appointment. My dad was on the phone to my mum telling her that I had been diagnosed with..

Labels by Carly Dee When I was a small, chubby blonde girl, I was told I could be anything that I wanted to be. After all the prime-minister was a woman, wasn’t she? But as I grew and my white-blonde hair dulled to a dirty gold, I learned the true meaning of identity. It was..

Becoming Desiree by Jessica Guica There is irony in our identity. Disconnect occurs between the ‘self’ we desire to be and the self we’ve created when we hand our power over to others. A long time ago – or life ago – I made a break from the self I had created. It became a..