“I remember thinking that moms were not allowed to be sad, that surely women grew out of sadness by the time they had children.” — Megan Mayhew Bergman Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it helps to lie. You tell yourself a story, even if you don't know the ending.” — Megan Mayhew Bergman Copy Share Image
“Mothers, I believe, intoxicate us. We idolize them and take them for granted. We hate them and blame them and exalt them more thoroughly… — Megan Mayhew Bergman Copy Share Image
“Sometimes you didn't know what you were after, I thought. Maybe there was a speck on the horizon and you followed it, hoping for… — Megan Mayhew Bergman Copy Share Image
“I remember thinking that moms were not allowed to be sad, that surely women grew out of sadness by the time they had children.” — Megan Mayhew Bergman Copy Share Image
“I want to mother the world, I thought. I have so much love. Then—I have no business being a mother. I am a selfish… — Megan Mayhew Bergman Copy Share Image
“I wanted, then, to become what I most admired, what now seemed most real to me. I wanted to be that exalted, complicated presence… — Megan Mayhew Bergman Copy Share Image
“It was a character-building week, a week that thinned my hair, put circles underneath my eyes.” — Megan Mayhew Bergman Copy Share Image
There were no promises, no obligations between living things, she thought. Not even humans. Just raw need hidden by a game of make-believe — Megan Mayhew Bergman Copy Share Image
“I pictured the mother whale, exhausted from labor, pushing her calf up to the skin of the water. The miracle of breath in the… — Megan Mayhew Bergman Copy Share Image
“I don't want him to know that people like Louis's mom exist, that people fall into land mines of pain and can't crawl back… — Megan Mayhew Bergman Copy Share Image
