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.

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.

When a woman is over age 30, single and childless, people want to know why. Just about everyone is just dying to know: What is she waiting for?

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.

How could a company supporting women's health founded by and for women not support a breast cancer survivor? Why is motherhood the only acceptable reason to leave the office before 6 p.m.?

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.