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Contraction

July 19th, 2022 | by Cara Howard

It dawned on me: I’d been crowded out of my own home. Even worse, I’d participated in my own disappearance


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Ask a MUTHA: Reproductive Rights

July 14th, 2022 | by Jen Bryant

In light of the Supreme Court decision in Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health overturning Roe v. Wade, we asked MUTHAs: "How has abortion access, or lack thereof, affected your life?"


Body

For Ethel

July 14th, 2022 | by Juniper Fitzgerald

The truth is, it was hard to have an abortion


Parenting

Dreading Expectations

July 12th, 2022 | by Bethany Bruno

I wanted my life back again. Since the moment my daughter was pulled out of me, my world revolved around her comfort and needs.


Mind

Smash It ‘Til You Break

May 17th, 2022 | by Naomi Racz

Content note: depression, suicide, pregnancy loss Smashing It Smashing it meant starting a career transition in the midst of first



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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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