Browsing the "parenting in the age of Coronavirus" Tag

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


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Home

January 20th, 2022 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura and Ro Agents-Juska

Though I’ve lived, mostly happily, in the same apartment for seventeen years, I spent this past September and most of


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I Am Afraid / I Am Not Afraid

August 17th, 2021 | by Christina Yovovich

"You said you couldn't do that to me again," he told me this summer. Meaning that I couldn't make him spend yet another year alone in the den, seeing his teacher and peers only over a computer screen


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Carriers

March 22nd, 2021 | by Cheryl Klein

Privileged parents are getting a dose of what poor parents have always known: When the system fails, we will be blamed and pitted against each other


Comics

Here We Go Again: A Comic

January 29th, 2021 | by Lisa Lim

Remote learning or in-person learning? Whatever decision you made, you had to stick to it for the rest of the school year. No backsies. What made it even tougher was deciding whether to stay put at my in-law’s house in the middle of nowhere, or go home to the city.


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Waiting for Snacks

July 17th, 2020 | by Meghann Haldeman

Godot is a metaphor for so many things; God, yes, but also a vaccine, the election, snacks, the next Amazon package.



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  • “Having my adult child at home has changed how we relate to each other. I have to keep reminding myself that I am no longer in charge of his life.” “Back when Dylan was 16 and should have been getting his driver’s license, he had brain surgery. Dylan has epilepsy. My husband and I lived in the hospital for two weeks. We were eating salads that my in-laws brought, a break from cafeteria food. #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.

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