This is What I Want You to Know
July 2nd, 2021 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
You will be asked again, “Are you sure you want to do this?” by the nurse or doctor.
July 2nd, 2021 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
You will be asked again, “Are you sure you want to do this?” by the nurse or doctor.
November 19th, 2020 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
Consistency was never my forte. My son, Raphael, comes to visit one morning and after eating, our masks are still removed, still
September 17th, 2020 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
I read the warning label: Watch out for signs of Virus Fatigue like drinking alone early in the day and cutting everything up in your house to make masks though you’ll never leave the house again
May 24th, 2019 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
I long for something that will somehow bind the three of us together, me, my wife, and my son. They seem to be less attached to the idea
March 28th, 2019 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
She has begun to spin. Thirty minutes on the bike, thirty minutes on the weight circuit, trying to follow along.
January 14th, 2019 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
I read past my bedtime is what this t-shirt says, and the collar is beginning to tear. Over time, almost
November 13th, 2017 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
1. 1995: Do I really think about what it means: “One in three or one in four Black men will
March 20th, 2017 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
After almost four years of trying to become a mother and three miscarriages, I was pregnant again. I had reached
April 18th, 2016 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
The first time I set out to have a baby solo, before I decided to try it with the person
October 14th, 2015 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
“Why are we stopping here?” my son Gabriel demanded as we pulled into the all-too-familiar HMO hospital parking lot and