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Pregnancy and Childbirth

Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Sweeping Away The Broken Glass

The first transformer blew in the middle of the night. I opened my eyes to sparks flying over the ice-coated trees like fireworks. I made it to the window first, James close behind me, hopping awkwardly.

By Jennifer Murvin January 2014
Readers Write

Running Late

A guitar, a hair appointment, a birthday

By Our Readers January 2014
Readers Write

Trying Again

A bowl of kibble, Christmas dinner, exotic spaghetti

By Our Readers November 2013
Readers Write

Honesty

An unpaid bill, a meeting on the monkey bars, a trip to the bakery

By Our Readers October 2013
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Whole House

“I don’t know what we’ll do if they don’t hit water,” I told him, scrolling through a table of well-restoration data I’d found online. This was my real fear, both for the well and for IVF — that our efforts would not work, and, financial resources depleted, we would have to figure out a plan B.

By Belle Boggs September 2013
Fiction

What Feathers Might Do

When the chickens came to live at our house, I think I knew my roommate Addie was pregnant, but I wasn’t saying anything, and neither was she. She’d been spending too much time in the bathroom or her own room with the door closed and no one else around her.

By Caryn Cardello May 2013
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Twelve Reasons To Cry

Asking, “When was the last time you cried?” is even more personal than asking someone’s salary or weight.

By Heather Kirn Lanier January 2013
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The First Year

Largely because of a dog named Fred, who despised hats and joggers and anything that his unknowable mind deemed suspicious, Mateusz and I rented a farmhouse north of Toronto in the summer of 2010.

By Karen Vogel October 2012
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Unspeakable Things Between Our Bellies

I don’t identify with most other mothers — the conversations about clothes and music lessons and camps and milestones in development. The only mothers I truly feel OK around are the ones whose kids have something different about them. Something odd. Or wrong. Or worse.

By Lidia Yuknavitch June 2012
Readers Write

Good Advice

The Tooth Fairy, a vibrator, a fiftieth wedding anniversary

By Our Readers June 2012