Momologues

© by Suraj Holzwarth 2022 There is nothing more intense, no labor harder, physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually, nothing more...

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 would say my life has been defined in a large part by the lack of agency my mother had in her choice to have children. She was married...

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...

She was trying to become pregnant after so much planning. She’s so smart, such a planner. She was so thrilled to finally get a positive...

I spent the first night of my son’s life with only him in the hospital, as my husband was tired and needed to go home to sleep. I didn’t...

My childhood was filled with intense emotional and physical abuse. My mother was a single mom in the 80’s. My mother was mentally ill, ...

Birth and death seem to go hand in hand. The immense feelings, emotions, and experiences that come with motherhood are unexplainable, ...

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...

I had a complete hysterectomy that removed my uterus and a baby with a healthily beating heart the night before Roe v Wade was...

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 realized I had lost something I hadn’t had before, after touching base with my new neighbor, years after I had lost it. She was...

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...

You’re getting fat. What are you pregnant? I smiled, having known that this moment was coming. She sat across from me, her own belly...

Trigger Warning: This story contains subject matter relating to suicide. It was a cool November morning. I was cleaning up the kitchen...

Trigger Warning: This story contains subject matter relating to death. Something felt wrong. I went to the bathroom and knew something...

"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...

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