There is a particular kind of ache that comes with watching your adult child struggle. It’s quieter than the worries of early motherhood, but often heavier. At this stage of
There comes a moment – often quiet, often unannounced – when many women realize they’ve been living on pause. Not unhappy exactly. Not ungrateful. Just… waiting. Waiting for the dust
One of the hardest truths of midlife motherhood is this: You can do everything “right” and still end up heartbroken. You can love fiercely, sacrifice willingly, pray faithfully, and show
I was in my 60s when my relationship with my adult daughter finally broke completely. The details don’t matter as much as this truth: I spent the first six months
They don’t tell you about this part of motherhood in the parenting books. They don’t prepare you for the Christmas when your adult child doesn’t call. When the addiction has
Women over 50 know something younger generations don’t: You can survive almost anything except the exhaustion you never name. For many of us, that exhaustion doesn’t arrive all at once.
