My eyes focus on my abdomen, the bulge pregnancy has left behind. My inner critic opens her mouth…but then I take in the whole picture. By Chrissie Dunham
I arrive at the office. I mime professional. Am I a professional? For months my identity was pure and unquestioned: mother of an infant. By Janelle Ward
My entire life had become an existential paradox: I could endure neither my love for the baby nor the idea that he could be lost to me.
By Catherine Newman