Kristine Jepsen’s VIEW FROM THE BACKSEAT
June 11th, 2019 | by Kristine Jepsen
I get all the kisses, right? Because if I had lots of brothers and sisters, I wouldn’t get all the
Browsing the "Loss" Category
Holding Breath
April 30th, 2019 | by Shannon Brescher Shea
Lying on a hospital examination table, shivering despite the thin blanket draped over me, I stared at the ceiling and
Kid Gloves: On Loss, Art, and Healing—an Excerpt
April 25th, 2019 | by Lucy Knisley
Excerpted from Kid Gloves: Nine Months of Careful Chaos Lucy says: “I wanted to be a midwife when I was
Everything I Wanted to Know About Parenting but Was Too Much of a Kid to Ask
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
There Will Be An After
February 15th, 2019 | by Adina Giannelli
Eight years ago, you were in a Target proscenium holding up a baby who had stopped breathing, blood pooling outward
Beneath the Surface
February 5th, 2019 | by Lucinda Cummings
Bathyscaphe (noun): “A navigable, submersible vessel for exploring the depths of the ocean; an observation capsule with a separate overhead
How to Map a Moving Target
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
Time, Travel: Personal Apocalypses and What Comes After
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
Eggs Five Ways
September 12th, 2018 | by Megan Pillow Davis
My husband makes sunny side up eggs with a side of hash browns and sausage. He gives my shoulder a
Risking the Truth: Talking to an Aging Parent about Childhood Abuse
August 14th, 2018 | by Elizabeth Garber
There are so many news stories of abuse by parents, priests, doctors; people we’ve trusted yet we were trained not