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Foster Parenting

Black and white photo of a mother in a black hoodie holding an infant; an older, blonde-haired child cozies up to the mother and looks at the infant as well

What’s in a Name?

April 5th, 2022 | by Cathy Humikowski

We gathered again in the conference room, beige and windowless, at the end of a corridor in a hospital basement.


99 Problems

Coming Up For Air

September 20th, 2021 | by Joanne Gallant

In our weeks spent in NICU, our son’s brain forgets to send his body the message to breathe


Birth Stories

Count

June 29th, 2021 | by Rachel Parsons

I’m so tired, I say. When do I get to stop? When the baby comes, the doula said


Loss

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


Birth Stories

Release

December 18th, 2018 | by Lenore Eklund

Once there was a woman who was a maker and a man who was a baker. The woman would make


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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