Mandy Hitchcock

Motherhood. Loss. Authenticity. Resilience.

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mothering

The Age of Innocence

The young woman sat bolt upright, her chest supporting the lolling, bald head of the tiny infant wrapped against her chest in layer upon layer of soft, navy fabric. A piece of quiche sat in a to-go box on the… Continue Reading →

It’s My Job To Raise Children Who Are Not Only Not Racist But Actively Anti-Racist

Eight: the number of Southern black churches that have burned in the last ten days. Nine: the number of black bodies gunned down in church by a young white male racist two weeks ago today. Countless: the number of unarmed… Continue Reading →

Seeing My Kids With Fresh Eyes

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” My son shouted the word over and over again as he ran across the porch of his preschool towards me. Sometimes, this incessant repetition will provoke an automatic biological response that many mothers know well: stomach… Continue Reading →

I Love You Just The Way You Are

My youngest daughter Ada is eighteen months old. She’s so different from her older two siblings, who are so like each other in so many ways. She was a high-strung infant where they were easygoing. She cries and gets upset… Continue Reading →

Why I Don’t Care What You Think (Or At Least I’m Trying Not To)

My finger hovers over the track pad as I prepare to click “Post.” I pause, a little too long, thinking about a few friends, on the edges of my circle but about whose opinions I inexplicably care an inordinate amount,… Continue Reading →

Why I Love the Sound of My Kids Fighting

I’m in the kitchen doing the dishes. It’s that hour just after the kids wake from their naps. I spent their naptime working and am now desperately hoping they’ll entertain themselves for a bit while I try to fit in… Continue Reading →

The Hole: Guest Post at The Manifest Station

I’m grateful to Jen Pastiloff and the amazing folks at The Manifest Station for publishing this essay. It attempts to capture how the nature of grief changes over time and how we can learn to live with a hole at the… Continue Reading →

How Do You Measure a Life?

My daughter Hudson lived for 529 days. Today, my younger daughter Ada has lived for 529 days. Tomorrow she’ll be older than her big sister ever got to be. Today, my 39th birthday, I have lived for 14,235 days. My… Continue Reading →

With A Heart Wide Open: My Publication Debut

I’m thrilled to share that I’ve been published for the first time ever. This piece is really rather “meta,” because it’s about choosing to keep my heart open in the face my fears, which is ultimately what I am doing every time… Continue Reading →

Checking My White Privilege

What can I do? What can I do? How can I help make it stop? How can I help MAKE. IT. STOP? Another unarmed black man has died at the hands of another white person (in this case, a police officer)… Continue Reading →

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