*TW: My post mentions the death of my child.* I hate October. In October 2011 I had a ruptured ectopic pregnancy that landed me unconscious
An early contributor to the Exponent said that reading the magazine is like “getting a long letter from a dear friend.” Almost 50 years later,
A couple stands over a cake and each announces their guess for what it will reveal. “Girl,” the father says confidently and, perhaps, resignedly. “Boy,”
We know too much of the masculine and not enough of ourselves. We have lost more than I can bear.
Guest Post by Makanoe.Makanoe eats, thinks, and reads too much. Occasionally, she also cleans house and writes. But mostly eats. Reading the headlines, I realize
Guest Post by Anonymous. Anonymous is a young professional living and working in New York City just doing their best. “Once I do this, there’s
Guest Post by Marie. Marie is an idea explorer, re-activated avid reader, wife, and mother. She has lived most of her life in Atlanta, dreams
We’ve all been there. It happens. Maybe more than we know. A calling is extended and it just seems like the weirdest concept
A strong memory of love. In Provo, married, shared housing with singles, Provo River rumbling outside. Fiona Apple throbs decibel level ear damage. Wearing only
‘There’s a place for us, somewhere a place for us’ these lyrics from the West Side Story song “Somewhere” kept floating through my mind while
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