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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


Language

“You Know How Americans Are”

March 15th, 2022 | by Milda M De Voe

He didn’t even have the words to say “speak English”—he only knew that my language was not the language everyone else in his world was now speaking, and that enraged him


On Balance

"Lady Justice" statue: blindfolded woman holding scales

When the Body Speaks

February 1st, 2022 | by Elsa Valmidiano

Black and Brown women have the most to lose when corporate and legislative limitations curtail our reproductive freedom.


Body

Buoyant Force

January 11th, 2022 | by Sumitra Mattai

I wondered if I would ever be able to approach the deep end without panicking.



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  • #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. “In 1984, when I had my abortion, there were approximately 300 clinics in the state and access was easy. When I went to get an abortion, I didn’t have to worry about pro-life demonstrators menacing me as I walked into the clinic, didn’t fear that the place might be vandalized or bombed or that a certified abortion provider could be murdered. After the procedure was finished, I felt nothing but relief.” “The truth is, it was hard to have an abortion. Not because I wouldn’t make the same choice again. But because it’s so fucking hard to live as a deeply empathic person who is nonetheless told that she has no morals and no appreciation for life.”

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