I know what some of you may say: Have a baby on your own; adopt; foster. And a few of you may say: Sorry, lady, you should have thought of that earlier. You're just too old. But I want to be a mother.

I know what you're thinking. I can read it on your face... the distracted smile, the unconvincing nod, the slightly furrowed brow... You're trying to figure out what's wrong with me.

A generation ago, women who did not marry and/or have children by age 40 grieved and moved on. But today, with the advancement of assisted reproductive technology, women are no longer given permission to move on.

"You're going to hate me for saying this," says my good friend, a married mom of three, as we stand on the beach and look toward the ocean. "But you'r...

I had always planned, expected, hoped and dreamed that I'd marry and have children, but I'm now in my early 40's and both milestones have eluded me.

Singles who live alone move into homes with others for the weekend in the summer, staving off more than the concrete heat of the city. It's simply less lonely.

Babies are born from the womb. Maternity is born from the soul. There are many ways to mother.

We all know that going through infertility treatments can be incredibly challenging for couples. But single women who yearn to be mothers go through their own heartache.

The grief hit me in my mid-thirties without warning. By all appearances, my life was fantastic, but there were nights when I would cry for hours. I was in mourning, but I didn't know it.

For women like me, we not only grieve the loss of motherhood, but we also grieve the loss of the dream, the dream of finding love and marriage resulting in that beautiful baby carriage.

I'm 42 and still single and I have come to acknowledge the truth: it's very possible I won't have children of my own.