Momologues

I didn’t understand with my first child how much historic trauma had damaged my ability to be touched and express love with my kids. I ...

My entry into motherhood wasn't sunshine and daisies. From the moment I found out I was pregnant I was scared. And I remained scared for...

It’s almost 1am here. I’m wide awake after cleaning up the vomit filled bed of my eight year old. I’m also pregnant with my third child,...

Listen, I never liked kids before having my own. I never cared about childhood development. I never knew babies were whole humans that...

"My mother is a grandmother now she says to me let’s catch up so I put my book down take a deep breath say sure and she is already...

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,...

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...

This photo is from a time when my then-husband was out fishing and I was, simply put, not okay. My body was broken in many ways after a...

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...

When we were already late, but I chose to squeeze in 45 seconds to run the vacuum; which coincidentally, is enough time for both children...

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 daughter lied. My sweet, quiet, honest (wasn’t she?!) daughter lied. And not just a little lie, but a big one - the kind with real...

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...

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...

"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...

Five days after my due date, there was still no baby, no effacement, and I was not dilated at all. Being diagnosed with an “incompetent...