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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


Baby Dreaming

The End of Reproduction

December 19th, 2017 | by Katie Rose Alexander

My husband had a vasectomy. “Congratulations!” my friends said. “Good man! Halleluiah!” They did not understand that although I was



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  • “A disabled person’s body-mind in public makes other people uncomfortable, because they’re reminded that disability is part of the human experience. It’s not that my kid is so distracting! It’s about ableism. It’s not our family’s or our kids’ job to absorb that.” “I don’t know exactly where this conviction that I would “smash” motherhood came from, but when I was pregnant, I held firmly to the belief that life with a baby would be my old life without a baby + baby. A simple equation that would equal all the thrills and edges of my old life, with the added joy of sunlit mornings in bed with my husband and a cute, cooing baby between us.” “It does not escape me that critiques about expectant Black women like me are also rooted in misogynoir.” “You’ve already told me that story,” he said. Switching gears, he asked, “Why isn’t my father around?” #breastfeeding #parenting #fuckit #protest #teenagers #sexualviolence “Over time, Anabelle learned to talk about her feelings. She said saw her birthmother in the sky. She drew a picture of grief moving through her body like water. When she had more language, she began to talk about her losses.” “I’m not sure why I read that poster and thought that it applied to other mothers, other people’s children. But it probably has something to do with the shock I felt two years later when a neurologist confidently diagnosed “Autism Spectrum Disorder” and I responded with at least twenty “What about…” type questions. I had described my dynamic, interesting, loving toddler to this doctor, and her response sounded dire and clinical. That poster was the same. All of it seemed so unfortunate.” “Someone hit the call button. No one came. Someone rushed to the nurses’ station; still no one came. The contractions, a creature, twisted my uterus, lancing its nails. I tried to breathe through them, but there was no space, no time.”

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