Eat, Darling, Eat 

(by Erica Pressberg) Food is love. I’ve always heard and felt that since I was a kid, when my parents instilled the value of eating...

(by Autumn Simmons) Presently, Mother and I are not on speaking terms. After receiving her letter in the mail, I refused to open it. I...

(by Sophie Nau) It’s 1989, on a side street off of seedy Hollywood Boulevard. A cozy one-bedroom apartment in a well-maintained 1940s...

(by Autumn Silvas) Nothing sticks to the roof of my mouth or the crevices of my memory quite like peanut butter. The salty, smooth, and...

(by Ela Bobak) Born in Maruszyna, Poland, my mother moved to Chicago, working as a waitress, trying to make a better life for herself....

(by Jessie Loeb) My mother...describing her is like trying to describe the most unexpected, turbulent, and gorgeous summer storm. After a...

(by Sandra Bilu) Macaroni and cheese is like adhesive for my family. I learned the initial recipe from my Aunt Henrietta, who had both an...

(by Patty Bologna and Susan Cipollaro) “Next time, you make it yourself.” “If you don’t like it, don’t eat it.” Our mother, an excellent...

(by Maryll Botula) "Wendy? What is this?" Uncle Joe asked, poking his fork at the zucchini towers on his plate. My dear uncle, the most...

(by Patricia Fieldsteel) Growing up, I often lived with my maternal grandparents. Pop-up spent his childhood in France and was a gourmet;...

(by Jennifer Ammann) My relationship to my mother has always been a lot easier than my relationship to food. Fiery and fierce, Manji (as...

(by Madalena Sangossango) On a typical Saturday afternoon, the tilapia is caught straight from the bay of Luanda, whose waterfront gives...

(by Kerry Cameron) My initials as a child were KED, meaning that the emblem of my existence was featured on the back of every cool kid’s...

(by Casey McDougal) I sat at the bottom of a canyon, covered in dirt and sweat, staring at my left forearm, which was now bent at roughly...

(by Nina Tretiakova) I was born in the USSR, and the next year it collapsed (hopefully it was not my fault). My green birth certificate...

(by Lisa Burton) I am the mother of four daughters and two sons. When daughter number one, Casey, was not yet two years old, something...

(by Tamala Coleman) I would like to believe that my mother’s love began when she found out she'd be having her first child, and it never...

(by Jackie Schifalacqua Atkins) My mother might go into the kitchen if she needed a glass of water and no one was around to fetch it for...

(by Sara Strati) I am a citizen of many nations when it comes to eating. After winning a university scholarship to Scotland, I spent two...

(by Babs Mollere) Inside my pantry on an upper shelf is a small box covered in blue flowered fabric, full of 3 x 5 handwritten cards. It...