Navigating motherhood amidst academics poses immense challenges, demanding resilience and support.
As the sun sets every evening in the Mauritian capital of Port Louis, Monoara reaches her workplace, a tuna processing company, and disconnects from the world by switching off her phone’s internet.
Buckets of water I pour on my head; my vision gets blurry./ "The blurrier, the merrier", my mother said.
rise, rise—now evening dies: sun-born in valleys with burning olive trees—where women like me plod one day at a time,
I am asked where I am headed. The expression in the lady’s eyes suggests this is not the first time I was asked the question. I stand there, wondering if the pits around her eyes—white as the sun—are caused by the likes of me, and I tell her where I’m headed.
her heart was a two seater unfit for a family so big i grew to be a woman mirrored in her shadow when she was younger
Stay-at-home mothers are the unsung heroes who enable our smooth functioning as working individuals.
I wonder at how these frugal, accessible pleasures define her daily existence and get elated with the fact that reading takes up a significant space on the shelf
It is not uncommon for parents of young children to wish their children would grow up faster and not need their parents quite as much, especially after his fourth public meltdown, or on her third consecutive nightmare interruption in a night. However, here’s presenting the biggest contradiction of them all: parents miss this connection when it’s gone. Mothers, especially those whose children have hit puberty or flown out of the nest, often feel the absence of this kind of connection much more acutely than others because they have understood how fleeting it is.
Your parents ask for you at their hour of need, how do you respond?
In our country, talking about menopause is considered a stigma.
Third culture kid describes children who grow up in cultures other than those of their parents.
As I wrote in “Motherhood—the story of a transformed reader”, my essay for Daily Star Books on International Mother’s Day on
Maa, all the things I’ve been silent about are all the things that could’ve saved me.
Today is Mother’s Day and as we scramble to buy last minute gifts for all the mother figures in our lives, let us pause and ask ourselves frankly — at a time when postpartum depression is at its peak, workplaces are especially unforgiving to women who have just given birth, and the immediate family scene is replete with taunts about being a “good mother”, is an engraved pendant or a spa session enough to make mothers happy?
The scales will always lean in favour of the reality.
Our generation's toxic obsession with having a cool mom.
Reminiscing childhood experiences of celebrating Mother's Day.
Easy to pull off but absolute showstoppers.