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On Balance

Poop

February 11th, 2021 | by Brianna Avenia-Tapper

Maybe we are meant to love other people this way. Knowing that sometimes they will bite us, and we will have to tell them sternly that we do not want to be bitten


Birth Stories

In so many blinks of an eye

March 9th, 2020 | by Zhenya Bourova

It is 8.46am when I see you for the first time, impossibly small and slick with blood as they hand you to me in the operating theatre.


Body

The Choice

October 25th, 2018 | by Desiree Cooper

“It was over. We looked up. Many smiled compassionately.”   “The Choice” is a powerful, thought-provoking look at a procedure


Baby Dreaming

Stalling

April 19th, 2018 | by Juanita E. Mantz

I bought the electronic pregnancy test at Walmart. I was three days late and I had to pee so I


Ask A MUTHA

Ask a Mutha: More on Love

March 1st, 2018 | by Tara Dorabji

For this installment of Ask a Mutha—I asked more mothers to tell me about their hearts. To share with us how


Ask A MUTHA

Ask a Mutha: On Love

February 14th, 2018 | by Tara Dorabji

For this installment of Ask a Mutha, I asked mothers to tell me about their hearts. To share with us



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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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