CNF Features

Our Mothers

By Jordan Hagedon

Faced with the overwhelming concept of “having it all,” our mothers bucked at the idea and clamped back down on the vision of young weddings, fresh babies, and the expensive photos of us in our white gowns feeding cake to our blue-eyed husbands, who faked crying when they saw us appear at the head of the aisle, bedecked in veil and tulle. “You’ll understand once you get married,” our mothers said, shaking their terrified heads wisely. “You’ll change your mind once you have children,” they opined. They never told us that our fathers have taken to sleeping on the couch, that our mothers now sleep alone in a big, feather bed.  “You’ll get to know each other again when you’re both retired,” they assured, mailing us secret checks so we could treat ourselves to a $14 bottle of shampoo without asking our husbands for more money. There’s never “more money.” And the house is a home until it isn’t. And the kids can drive a wedge. And the silences that flare up suddenly can feel as sharp as a knife. But no one told us that. Our mothers never told us that.


Jordan Hagedon is from Michigan, USA. She is interested in houses, trees, and gothic literature. She has stories out this year in Feminine Collective and Wingless Dreamer. You can find her on Twitter and Instagram under the handle @jeimask.

I'm a fiction and CNF writer, an editor, and a blogger. I earned an MFA from Virginia Commonwealth University and am the associate editor of Parhelion Literary Magazine out of Richmond. Find me at my site: An Ohio native, I'm at work on a novel and short stories set in the Rust Belt, and I hype Midwestern authors at my blog, Rust Belt Girl.

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