Momologues

Sixty-two self-identifying mothers participated in a six-week group text prompt experiment.

Sixty-two self-identifying mothers participated in a six-week group text prompt experiment.

Sixty-two self-identifying mothers participated in a six-week group text prompt experiment.

Sixty-two self-identifying mothers participated in a six-week group text prompt experiment.

Sixty-two self-identifying mothers participated in a six-week group text prompt experiment.

Sixty-two self-identifying mothers participated in a six-week group text prompt experiment.

Sixty-two self-identifying mothers participated in a six-week group text prompt experiment.

Sixty-two self-identifying mothers participated in a six-week group text prompt experiment.

Sixty-two self-identifying mothers participated in a six-week group text prompt experiment.

Sixty-two self-identifying mothers participated in a six-week group text prompt experiment.

Sixty-two self-identifying mothers participated in a six-week group text prompt experiment.

Sixty-two self-identifying mothers participated in a six-week group text prompt experiment.

Sixty-two self-identified mothers participated in a series of text prompts for six-weeks.

© by Suraj Holzwarth 2022 There is nothing more intense, no labor harder, physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually, nothing more...

I sat alone at the kitchen table. My daughter on a stool at the counter with her breakfast. I started to sob. again. A continuation from...

Tonight I treated myself with a bubble bath the water filled to the tippy-top, As I lie in the tub I am drawn to the effervescent sound...

My first husband was dissatisfied with his mother and when later in our marriage, he fell on hard times, he made it clear that he...

I would say my life has been defined in a large part by the lack of agency my mother had in her choice to have children. She was married...

I didn’t understand with my first child how much historic trauma had damaged my ability to be touched and express love with my kids. I ...

Three. For some reason three was the magic number in my head. Number one was so hard to conceive, to carry, to birth, to nurture. Number...

My entry into motherhood wasn't sunshine and daisies. From the moment I found out I was pregnant I was scared. And I remained scared for...