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Milk

First Unbroken Sleep

June 13th, 2022 | by Anna Laura Reeve

After four and a half hours of unbroken sleep       I feel like a swan  The ‘trying to


Poetry

Postpartum depression during a pandemic

February 15th, 2022 | by Amy Mattes

The house is living and breathing windows lifting curtains let old air out. An air between seasons. Her body is living and breathing open organs stretching in the


Sleep

Growing Away

January 19th, 2022 | by Meg Thompson

The stages of my daughter’s life line up in front of me, then disappear, checked off, becoming distant pages in her baby book


Poetry

SAHM: In Three Poems

July 16th, 2019 | by Ellie Hudson

“Identity” I have to decide if I am the type of mom who waits ‘til bedtime and secretly reads the


Parenting

No One Is Watching

October 24th, 2018 | by Sarah Stuteville

I should have shoplifted more while I was pregnant. People mostly try not to notice pregnant women, and if they


99 Problems

Beds

August 16th, 2018 | by Marianna Marlowe

1 She falls back on the bed, spreading her legs. She is still fully clothed, as is he. He fumbles at



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  • #comics #parenting #cheapthrills “I was two years past my last period and in early menopause, thirty-four years old and recently divorced. Learning I was unable to conceive had thrown me into a state of despair. Now, with the world split open, alone in a pitch-black room with bloody feet, I knew I needed to act.” “My parents adopted me. At three months old, they chose and adopted a baby girl called April and named her Alexandria. He and Mama named me after him, his middle name being Alexander. I don’t remember the exact moment they told me they adopted me, but I must’ve been little because it feels as though I’ve always known.” #comics #loss #mothersanddaughters “Queers have the privilege of putting ourselves together; we do not come prepackaged. My gender does not rely on the external narratives we tell about men. If my masculinity is a form of political protest, so is my femininity. Those dykes who took me under their butch wings at seventeen taught me that softness and strength are not in opposition. It’s a lesson that has served me well in fatherhood.” #birth #dads #grief #fathersday #comics #art #poetry #newborns #sleep “Communicating desire and boundaries during a sexual encounter is a varsity-level skill. Today’s sex educators advocate for clear, enthusiastic, continuous consent, and I think I believe in that ideal. But this concept wasn’t imaginable when I was in high school. I was mute for so much of my early sex life, I feel unqualified to teach my girls how to navigate theirs.”

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