“If You’re Going through Hell, Keep Going”: MICHELLE MIRSKY on Loss
November 5th, 2014 | by Michelle Mirsky
If you make it to forty without scars, you’re doing it wrong. I wear a scatterplot of tattoos and accidental
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THE TIGERS IN THE ROOM, by Arielle Greenberg–from LABOR DAY: TRUE BIRTH STORIES BY TODAY’S BEST WOMEN WRITERS
October 20th, 2014 | by Arielle Greenberg
“The Tigers in the Room,” a story of three births, by poet Arielle Greenberg, comes from Labor Day: True Birth Stories by Today’s Best
THE CRYING HAS MOSTLY STOPPED: Comics from the Toddler World, by Keiler Roberts
October 2nd, 2014 | by Keiler Roberts
Keiler Roberts draws comics about her daughter, Xia, who in truth is no longer a toddler but a child. That
JUST THE TWO OF US: A Comic by Robyn Jordan
August 28th, 2014 | by Robyn Jordan
When I experienced the loss of a pregnancy, it took a long time to draw my separated self together again.
Thelma Adams on DEATH VISITING A FOURTH GRADE CLASS
August 25th, 2014 | by Thelma Adams
When I spoke to my daughter Lizzie’s fourth-grade class, I asked the kids what they wanted to be when they
S. Lynn Alderman on GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER
August 12th, 2014 | by S. Lynn Alderman
I just returned to North Carolina after a dreadful stint in Southeast Missouri made worse by the happy decade that
POETRY by Erika Martinez
March 18th, 2014 | by Erika Martinez
red blood moon new slim line dark maroon drools from my womb connecting vulva to pooled water below three menstrual
CAROLL SUN YANG on A Mother’s Fear of Death
February 12th, 2014 | by Caroll Sun Yang
The death of my only child occurs to me on certain occasions that have no pertinence to death whatsoever. Death
MIL by Frances Badalamenti
February 12th, 2014 | by Frances Badalamenti
The morning after enduring twenty hours of sober-no-pain-drugs labor, two months after my mother died, I am sitting on the
JENNIFER PASTILOFF on Disappearing
January 17th, 2014 | by Jennifer Pastiloff
I often think about the choices we make as humans and about how sometimes those choices, seem futile, naïve, masochistic.