Eat, Darling, Eat 

(by Ann Dunaway) I realized that everyone wasn’t eating “shit on a shingle” for dinner when my best friend’s mother served beef stew in...

(by Joy Curtis) I was adopted at one month old and am grateful to the parents who raised me. But I always wondered about my birth mother...

(by Katherine B. Weissman) “Beautiful soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen!” —Lewis Carroll I was a chubby pre-teen with...

(by Shirley Beth Newbery) I was still a child myself when I saw my sister being born. The midwife was late, and Dad called me in to fetch...

(by Jennifer Irwin) Everything my mother Ellie did had a certain magical quality to it, but her greatest magic happened when she...

(by Miriam Babooram) Lentil soup has always been an event in our house. There’s something rebellious and mischievous about it. We don’t...

(by Victoria Kertz) “I always wanted her to be a meteorologist,” my mother tells a complete stranger. “Then I could see her on TV.” He...

(by Candyce Weir) "Candy! You’re not leaving that dinner table until every last mound of squash is eaten. That came fresh out of the...

(by Aviva Rosenthal) I was working on a genealogy project for school in the fall of 1980, when my gums began to hurt. I didn’t notice at...

(by Melissa Coton) Early in life, my mum taught me to be grateful for the food we had to eat. She was one of seven children growing up in...

(by Jennifer Leckey) At just over five feet tall, my mother often irreverently referenced the expression “quality, not quantity.” This...

(by Sara Bruno) From a young age, I observed how my mother's everyday life revolved around food. She does not like to cook, and would not...

(by Sheila Houlahan) For as long as I can remember, I was very sick. My mother recalls feeding me applesauce and mashed banana, classic...

(by Morgan Levine) For as long as I can remember, whenever we went to my grandparents’ home for dinner, my father would encourage us to...

(by Nada T.) My mom taught me how to make a pound cake with dates. It sighs with butter. The dates moan, having been sweetened and...

(by Grace Witwer Housholder) Mom always said she wasn’t much of a cook, but she strongly believed in family gathered around the dinner...

(by Samantha Carney) (Mom, Mimi, and me) I'm an only child, born into a small, dysfunctional family on the south shore of Massachusetts,...

(by Patricia Fieldsteel) My mother was obsessed with food (which she lasciviously pronounced “foooooood”), with appearance, and control....

(by Paula Pendleton Franklin) "Put some water on your hands, Mom," says my daughter Harper, three years old. We are making challah bread,...

(by MaryAnn Elizabeth) "Hey, watch yourself, Jerry, you’re gonna sit on the dough!” my mom would shout to my dad from the kitchen, over...