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rand-bishop's picture
Aug.30.2010
When I awoke early that splendid Friday morning in the beautiful bedroom community of Oak Park, Illinois, I was only momentarily surprised to find the other side of the bed vacant. Even in my half-conscious state, I knew where Stacey was: cuddled in the downstairs guest bedroom with Glenny. This...
jitu-rajgor's picture
Aug.28.2010
  I went with my daughter to her college. That was the first day of the college and I wanted to know about the college and meet people over there. College was good, one of the best in state for information and technology engineering. I was filled with proud thinking ‘what a progress India is...
rachel-coyne's picture
Jul.25.2010
This is the beginning of a new project for me – a memoir of children, parenting sons and longing for a daughter.  At this point, my husband has agreed to one more child.  We’ve set a date to start trying – still a year away.  I wanted to take this year to spend some time writing and thinking about...
kay-bergey's picture
Jul.01.2010
    Well, it’s official:  I am the worst mother.  Of all time. Ever. On a scale of 1 to 10 on the bad-mothering scale I have just jumped off into the exponential.   Why, you might ask?  Well, my honor’s level college age daughter has just finished her first day at ‘beauty school’.  Yep.  Beauty...
rand-bishop's picture
Jul.01.2010
  My daughter’s Facebook profile said it all: “One of the worst nights of my life.” Her FB friends’ comments in response were sincere, sympathetic, but mundane: “So sorry, Glenny,” “Call me next time,” etc. As her dad, the thing that panged my scarred old heart the most was not so much...
thierry-kauffmann's picture
Jun.30.2010
  I'm a composer. I live for sounds, notes, phrases, and if I'm lucky, songs. Across the ocean from where I am, is a small village on the shores of lake Michigan. This village is heaven sent on Earth. A main street with small shops, an old Inn with no tv, a patio bar with magnolias, a harbor,...
yolande-barial's picture
May.25.2010
My son got a B on his paper! Now this is the paper that he had done such a poor job on, that I knew if he turned it in, the teacher would give him an F.  So, I suggested he re-write it. He did.  He was beaming and was so proud of himself and I was so proud of him also. I did my diva dance, gave him...
farzana-versey's picture
May.09.2010
When you cross a certain age, a mother-daughter relationship becomes much like the one in the picture. Two people looking out at life, both having lived it enough to be able to share the had-beens more than the what-could-bes. As I open the cupboard I see a green skirt. It has an interesting...
j-e-taylor's picture
Apr.10.2010
Last night I went to my daughter's dance recital at her magnet school. Fantastic, the girl has grace that her mother never ever had.    Case and point - I step into the theater, miss a step and sprawl on the ground.  Mortification, people crowding asking if I'm ok.  Muttering, hand flowers to a...
brenda-sedore's picture
Mar.28.2010
 This post stirred my heart today and inspired me to write about the same subject. It's called "The Necessity of Forgetting (Or: Losing a Father)" by Jane Friedman. I never met my father and yet he's been a distant character hovering at the edges of my life. I've wondered about him and...