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.
Droughts
By Deborah Pritchett | This summer, my Texan plains went sixty-seven days without rain. Apparently it’s the second longest streak in Dallas Fort Worth’s history. Rain or shine may not be a big deal for some folks, but rain steadies me. I grew up in the Pacific Northwest completely immersed in it, and whenever I get to smell it, and see tiny rainbow reflections in the puddles on the roads, I feel like I’m home again.
Our Last Lunches: An Ode to My Firstborn
By Deborah Pritchett | For the past few months, my two year old, Penny, has chosen to eat lunch on our dining table bench instead of in her highchair. In hindsight, I wish I’d thought to proactively protect the bench from her messy eating methods, but alas, the beige upholstered bench is now stained with strawberry and marinara splatter.
Embracing “Mom”
By Deborah Pritchett | I grew up on college campuses. When I was a toddler, like my daughter is now, my dad worked at a small bible college in my hometown of Eugene, Oregon. I loved visiting my dad’s office growing up. It smelled like books, and he had a Budapest box on his desk that I could never quite figure out how to open.