Wild and Precious: Breastfeeding As Formal Meditation Practice
July 19th, 2018 | by Meghan LeBorious
Resting against the wall, breastfeeding my tiny son in the quietest stretch of night, I watch from the fourth floor
July 19th, 2018 | by Meghan LeBorious
Resting against the wall, breastfeeding my tiny son in the quietest stretch of night, I watch from the fourth floor
March 29th, 2018 | by Christina Yovovich
When I was pregnant, my psychiatrist asked me if I planned to nurse. I said I didn’t know. I was
September 15th, 2017 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura
I woke up happy with the weight of work that’d been on me for the last month lifted for no
January 31st, 2017 | by Camilla Trinchieri
The front hall of the Italian nursing home near Lake Como was crowded with hungry men and women waiting to
December 5th, 2016 | by Alex Behr
(Names have been changed.) My breasts were dumb. I’d tricked them. Now they were swollen, mini Mt. Hoods with rusty
December 1st, 2016 | by Samantha Barrow
3:47 AM I’m up with cold raviolis & strawberries in the toddler bed while my son sleeps snuffling
May 12th, 2016 | by A.K. Summers
This is dedicated to all nurses: the lactating shell-shocked, the fantasy shirtwaisted, and the real ones in scrubs who take
October 16th, 2015 | by Lisa Lim
Mommy-hood is a total trip. It’s filled with raspberries, sleepless nights, tickles, a lil ick, lots of yuck, lost socks,
March 12th, 2015 | by Juniper Fitzgerald
I belong to a class of people known only as whores. Our shadows pour over nighttime cobblestone, our lives exist
February 13th, 2015 | by Mary Volmer
They’re called tits, titties, boobs, breasts, hooters, hahas, bosoms, the focal of point of male fantasy, of fashion (high and