Momologues

I sat alone at the kitchen table. My daughter on a stool at the counter with her breakfast. I started to sob. again. A continuation from...

I knew I was pregnant. That’s not why I made an appointment at the family planning clinic. It wasn’t my first time in this situation,...

I thought mothers loved all their children the same? Well, I’m just going to say it, but I think I have a favorite. All I know is one...

I don’t usually talk about my pregnancy, birthing story, or the first two years of my son’s life. I stick to more upbeat topics. I was...

Trigger Warning: This story contains subject matter relating to miscarriage. Pure exhaustion, beyond any flu; vulnerability that can’t be...

"They don’t tell you so much. They can’t. No one can tell you what it will be like to be ten days overdue, lost in a hazy world of...

“I hate to tell you this girl, but, we’re made for this shit.” That’s what my sister-in-law told me. Three months post baby, I was...