History Lesson
October 12th, 2021 | by Margaret Elysia Garcia
(The president said Lat-tee-nex aren’t getting vaccinated because we fear documentation and deportation. Demoralization. Department chair: don’t they realize they’re
Browsing the "covid-19" Tag
Love Letter to the Los Angeles Unified School District
August 26th, 2021 | by Cheryl Klein
Asking schools to solve a pandemic is like asking them to solve poverty. We demand both. And damn, schools fight the good fight.
I Am Afraid / I Am Not Afraid
August 17th, 2021 | by Christina Yovovich
"You said you couldn't do that to me again," he told me this summer. Meaning that I couldn't make him spend yet another year alone in the den, seeing his teacher and peers only over a computer screen
Releasing My Daughter from her Pandemic Pod is Bittersweet
June 30th, 2021 | by Jessica Bacal
Heather and I tried to create a different story for our children than the one that was happening in the world
MUTHA’s Watch List for TRIBECA FILM FEST—Streaming Now
June 14th, 2021 | by Meg Lemke
What this MUTHA is watching at NYC's Tribeca Film Festival--streaming this year across the US!
Squid
May 20th, 2021 | by Meg Thompson
In my heart, I wanted to keep her home because the situation seemed so precarious, wobbly, built on something none of us fully understood
Bed: HOME IS WHERE WE
April 30th, 2021 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura and Ro Agents-Juska
When we got the positive PCR back, we moved Mike into the grown up room to begin his in-house isolation. My big kid insisted on keeping me company when I put his sister to sleep
Things to Be Afraid of (In a Pandemic)
March 30th, 2021 | by Devorah Heitner
COVID is a virus and fear is viral. You can get both from the people you love. We are afraid of the wrong things and it kills so many of us
Carriers
March 22nd, 2021 | by Cheryl Klein
Privileged parents are getting a dose of what poor parents have always known: When the system fails, we will be blamed and pitted against each other
Praise to Bedtime During a Pandemic
March 16th, 2021 | by Ginny Wiehardt
Ode to lavender lotion, to the Alice in Wonderland recordedforty years ago, to my son’s drooping eyelids, my computer’s backlit keys, my tapping fingers tempted