To the ones who raised, loved, challenged, and witnessed us. To the person who watched us take our first steps, or the figure we call in the middle of the night. Whether we’re united by blood or by choice, mothers and mothering make for rich fodder in our fiction, poetry, essays—in short, the stories of our lives. These nine pieces pay tribute to mothers of every kind.
Once, he advises Shah to consider how we turn for the sun.
I love you to distraction, she would say.
Both daughters love travel, music, shoes, salty snacks.
I wanted to be a good mother, the mother says.
How long have I known you? my mother asked.
Preserving lemons like her mother before her.
Witness the birth of humankind in this graphic story.
The baby would be taken out the next day.
Tell your mother you are in love with Elvis.