Momologues

Sixty-two self-identifying mothers responded to 18 text prompts. Read them here.

Birthday Cake

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...

Nine months later, the same woman who counseled me for my abortion delivered my perfect baby boy

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,...

One is perfect, the other is two.

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...

You never really get rid of that muscle memory.

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 write this not knowing what the future holds

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.

"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...

We're made for this shit.

“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...