April 22nd, 2019 | by Cheryl Klein
Long before my son saw Cars, I counted six Lightning McQueens in our house, none of which I’d purchased. This happens when you live during end-stage capitalism
March 13th, 2019 | by Cheryl Klein
I rarely let myself grieve What Might Have Been. In doing so, I’d have to face the questions of every time-travel narrative. If my mom hadn’t died, would I have have gotten the fertility treatment that led to the miscarriage that led to the adoption of the grandson she’d adore
February 19th, 2019 | by Cheryl Klein
There was a guy I flirted with in English class, and I stayed awake at nights worrying maybe I was a dyke, but that was the extent of my sex life. If it was possible to be negative-pregnant, that was me
January 4th, 2019 | by Cheryl Klein
You handed me a beach ball that was also a globe. “Show me on the map where we live,” you
December 4th, 2018 | by Cheryl Klein
The adoption agency my partner C.C. and I worked with didn’t allow parents to choose the sex of the baby
November 1st, 2018 | by Cheryl Klein
Ability in its essential form is not a construct: We all have the ability to do some things and lack
October 16th, 2018 | by Cheryl Klein
Two-thousand twelve was an apocalyptic year for me, as if the Mayans had been thinking of a thirty-something white lady
September 6th, 2018 | by Cheryl Klein
Sometime during the lovely, delusional years that C.C. and I daydreamed about having kids, we found ourselves in the apartment
August 6th, 2018 | by Cheryl Klein
I haven’t read a single parenting book all the way through. I’m no fan of taking pride in ignorance, but
June 27th, 2018 | by Cheryl Klein
1. I can’t tell you about my child’s godfather without first telling you about seeing Rent fourteen times. When the
