• Transitioning With My Parent

  by D.Z.

  Names have been changed. When I was little, my family would call me my mother’s daughter. I would request to match outfits any time I could, and often followed my parent around the house in their much-too-big-for-me clothes that I snuck out of their closet.

• Caught in the Middle of an Ugly Divorce

  by A.O.

  I was born and raised in East Harlem near 110th and Madison. Both my parents were well known on the block; for a time I felt like royalty. My mom told me stories about how my aunts and neighbors fought over who held me next.

• Mom and Dad, Please Stop Fighting

  by R. R.

  I was doing my homework when my mother sat down in front of me, plopping a cutting board down on her lap. “Where is all of his money going? I just don’t understand why he doesn’t have enough to pay the bills.”