Browsing the "Water" Tag

Body

Buoyant Force

January 11th, 2022 | by Sumitra Mattai

I wondered if I would ever be able to approach the deep end without panicking.


Poetry

Breathing Lessons

September 8th, 2021 | by Katie Hoogendam

My mother died of a lung disease,one that stalked her all my life. In kindergarten, I was pulled from class, taken to the hospital,


Families

Bath: HOME IS WHERE WE

June 25th, 2021 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura and Ro Agents-Juska

Can I ask this? Where in this pandemic have I sought and found pleasure?


Comics

Water I’ve Loved: Little Clues

August 13th, 2019 | by Pam Wye

Let it wash over you: The sixth installment of Pam Wye’s  “Water I’ve Loved” graphic memoir, which she is serializing


Comics

Water I’ve Loved: Diane’s Pool

August 22nd, 2018 | by Pam Wye

We dive deep in the fourth installment of Pam Wye’s  “Water I’ve Loved” graphic memoir, which she is serializing at MUTHA Magazine.



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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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