Momologues

My first husband was dissatisfied with his mother and when later in our marriage, he fell on hard times, he made it clear that he...

My husband was out of town for the day of my scheduled checkup. Home with our first born (via emergency cesarean), I was well into my...

After a surprise pregnancy and 9 months getting used to the idea of my new role, I had outlined my birth “preferences”. I had always...

It was 1969. A few months earlier a man I was on a date with had forcibly raped me. Now I was in Australia at a college friends sheep...

Storytelling is my love-language and you'd think that I'd be able to be loud and proud over this, but as you know, or can imagine, it's...

I was drugged and raped in college. If I hadn't miscarried I would have aborted. To this day I don't even talk about it with my husband...

I had an abortion after my divorce. I slept with just about anyone I could because I felt empty. My daughter was gone to her dads most...

My last month of pregnancy I was wondering where my friends were. Busy with their business and not inviting me their fun. I guess due to...

I know now that I experienced postpartum depression with both of my boys, but to different degrees. Back then, there really wasn't a...

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...

I can remember one evening shortly after returning to work after maternity leave and coming home from work/daycare with both girls....

I’d done the single parent deal, and the “force it to work because we have a kid” situation. I’d made multiple attempts over the first 6...

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...

Trigger Warning: This story contains subject matter relating to suicide. I work in the deli at Hannaford. I am in the chicken room...