Every Monday and Thursday at motherscope.com you will find a new story or poem written by one of our 31 regular contributors from around the world.
At Motherscope, we believe stories are unique and universal. Our mission is to democratize writing and storytelling by elevating the voices of mothers. We believe reading stories is a self-exploratory and unifying experience. When we receive and celebrate another mother's story, we become open to honoring our own.
These stories are here to keep you company, remind you you're never alone on this motherhood journey, and inspire you to take the time to write your own.
Harry Styles, New York City, and the Girl I Left Behind
By Christine Carpenter | Boa feathers in a rainbow of colors litter the steps outside Four Pennsylvania Plaza. Faux quills dancing with the gust of wind from pedestrians and concert-goers, the only remnants of a sold-out show. Less than an hour ago, Madison Square Garden was vibrating, the stadium seating quaking beneath us. I am 34 years old and have just experienced my first Harry Styles concert . . .
It’s Okay to Cry Over Frozen Milk
By Christine Carpenter | I squeeze my engorged breast like a sandwich, twisting the swollen, tender flesh and shoving my massive nipple into the tiniest mouth I’ve ever seen in real life. What am I doing? I am not prepared for this. Before I became a mother, I never had a desire to breastfeed.
The Medicine Cabinet
By Christine Carpenter | On a visit back to my parents’ house when I was 25, I remember the climb up the staircase toward my childhood bedroom. Every familiar creak comforted me on my ascent.