Black Lives Matter

BLACK LIVES MATTER

June 8th, 2020 | by Ezra Stone

We at Mutha Magazine stand with the Movement for Black Lives: with black folks, black families, black writers and artists,


Birth Stories

Lawton, Oklahoma

August 2nd, 2022 | by Melissa Wabnitz Pumayugra

Mere hours after she died in the room alone, stale potato chips left on the adjacent table, my son emerged.


On Balance

Contraction

July 19th, 2022 | by Cara Howard

It dawned on me: I’d been crowded out of my own home. Even worse, I’d participated in my own disappearance


Ask A MUTHA

Ask a MUTHA: Reproductive Rights

July 14th, 2022 | by Jen Bryant

In light of the Supreme Court decision in Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health overturning Roe v. Wade, we asked MUTHAs: "How has abortion access, or lack thereof, affected your life?"


Body

Easy Access

July 14th, 2022 | by Jennifer Baum

I’m forever grateful I had the choice to terminate my pregnancy and access to safe, legal abortion


Body

For Ethel

July 14th, 2022 | by Juniper Fitzgerald

The truth is, it was hard to have an abortion


Parenting

Dreading Expectations

July 12th, 2022 | by Bethany Bruno

I wanted my life back again. Since the moment my daughter was pulled out of me, my world revolved around her comfort and needs.



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  • “Having my adult child at home has changed how we relate to each other. I have to keep reminding myself that I am no longer in charge of his life.” “Back when Dylan was 16 and should have been getting his driver’s license, he had brain surgery. Dylan has epilepsy. My husband and I lived in the hospital for two weeks. We were eating salads that my in-laws brought, a break from cafeteria food. #nicu #birth #breathe “My grandmother, the wildest woman I knew, never met my second child. Zayne Heather Logan passed away shortly before my own miracle entered the world.” “Just the day before I had been twelve years old and pregnant. Now I was recovering from the abortion. Only a year before that, in what felt like my body’s ultimate betrayal, I got my first period. It had come regularly every month since until it didn’t and I was nauseous every day. Even though I’d had sex for the first time just a few weeks before, it didn’t occur to me that I could be pregnant.” “I didn’t know if I would look back on this as the moment I met my son, or if it would become the memory of cradling someone else’s son in my arms—kissing his brand-new forehead, whispering congratulations, and then placing him back in the arms of his mother, never seeing either of them again.” “Their baby books sat waiting to be updated with their latest milestones. I’d become a ghostwriter, setting aside my own journal to document their days. It dawned on me: I’d been crowded out of my own home. Even worse, I’d participated in my own disappearance.” Write for us! Get all the details at muthamagazine.com. In our newest Ask a MUTHA installment, MUTHAs share their thoughts on how abortion access has affected their lives.

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