© mamazine.com, some rights reserved. 2009-02-16T00:29:23Z Site Admin http://www.mamazine.com/ http://www.mamazine.com/ tag:www.mamazine.com,2009-02-16:/Pages/mamalike563.html Sheri + Amy 2009-02-16T00:29:23Z 2009-02-16T00:29:23Z

After much thought, we have decided to end the publication of mamazine.com.

tag:www.mamazine.com,2009-02-15:/Pages/mamalike562.html Sheri 2009-02-15T13:32:03Z 2009-02-15T13:32:03Z

Our friend Kate Hopper is offering a very cool online class for mother writers.

tag:www.mamazine.com,2009-02-14:/Pages/mamalike561.html Amy 2009-02-14T12:02:59Z 2009-02-14T12:02:59Z

tag:www.mamazine.com,2009-01-31:/Pages/feature130.html Sarah A. Ongiri 2009-01-31T21:17:19Z 2009-01-31T21:17:19Z

This Brown idea seemed to work okay until my daughter was born almost three years ago. Unlike my son, she is not Brown. She is a blue-eyed, fair skin little girl.

tag:www.mamazine.com,2009-01-18:/Pages/feature129.html Lynne Marie Wanamaker 2009-01-18T12:01:12Z 2009-01-18T12:01:12Z

I don't want her to ever feel accustomed to being cowed; I don't want her to be okay with being made to feel small. I want her to fight back.

tag:www.mamazine.com,2009-01-18:/Pages/feature128.html Bonnie Hennessy 2009-01-18T11:53:20Z 2009-01-18T11:53:20Z

While I was listening to my twenty-one month old daughter, Molly, sing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star," my husband, Jimmy, was in the next room telling his mother that the doctor had just found a massive tumor in his chest.

tag:www.mamazine.com,2009-02-15:/Pages/column205.html Renee Cashmere 2009-02-15T13:16:45Z 2009-02-15T13:16:45Z

I started writing this column before Ruby's first year, Izzy's third year, and with an inkling already in the pit of my stomach that my marriage was not what I'd hoped.

tag:www.mamazine.com,2009-02-15:/Pages/column204.html Melissa Wilkins 2009-02-15T13:01:01Z 2009-02-15T13:01:01Z

I don't want to squelch their imaginations. But the four of them do move through the house like a compact tornado, changing direction faster than I can track. I'm living in a pit of creative playthings, and there's nowhere to set down my teacup.

tag:www.mamazine.com,2009-02-14:/Pages/column203.html Kate Washington 2009-02-14T14:13:09Z 2009-02-15T13:24:05Z

She is, she says, a big girl. I agree, sort of, especially if I look back at pictures of those first days, or even of a year ago.

tag:www.mamazine.com,2009-01-03:/Pages/poetry_poem133.html Kathi Morrison-Taylor 2009-01-03T20:39:31Z 2009-01-03T20:39:31Z

My son squirms away, shifts in his elastic sea, pushes off the tissue and muscle that constrains and consoles from the beginning.

tag:www.mamazine.com,2008-11-02:/Pages/poetry_poem132.html Maureen Geraghty Rahe 2008-11-02T17:38:40Z 2008-11-02T17:38:40Z

Would it be a step toward world peace If terrorists, global warming, gangs and salmonella became silly?

tag:www.mamazine.com,2008-10-26:/Pages/poetry_poem131.html Kristin Van Tassel 2008-10-26T13:21:15Z 2008-10-26T13:21:15Z

My son runs the edge of the tangled windbreak. He is red-haired, freckled, sturdy. He stops at my side, breathing hard. Sweat slips down his temple.