The Bathing Suits
How we went to the beach after giving birth.
By Stacy Mintzer Herlihy
Even before giving birth neither I nor any of my closest friends had the sort of body that you would immediately think to display on a beach. The closest I personally came to "Bathing Suit Confidence" was the summer I was sixteen when I dared to buy and actually wear a black bikini with the smallest top I could find. That particular summer was only possible because it was preceded by "The Spring I Gave Up Chocolate". At seventeen my friends agreed with me that a chocolate free life was not worth living. From then on our Beach Uniform consisted of a long tee shirt, a robe and shorts that we would not only... read more
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A Call to Arms and Breasts
Are you a Lactivist?
By Stacey Greenberg
When I was in high school, I knew people who stood on the corner across from the mall holding signs that read, "Fur is dead." Friends in college joined local chapters of Amnesty International and attended war protests. I was interested in volunteerism and serving the community, but I never really considered myself an activist. I didn't feel really passionate about any one thing. I was more of a "go with the flow" type of person. I started working at a soup kitchen after buying a fake i.d. from the volunteer coordinator; I joined the Peace Corps after seeing "Dirty Dancing" in the theater five times and learning of Baby's plans; I decided to get a Masters Degree after a friend told me about an interesting program; and then an internship turned... read more
Parenting Outside the Razor Wire
What happens when parents are separated by a prison sentence?
By Sandra Ray
Single parents can face some difficult parenting decisions in part because they do not have someone... read more
Secret Agent Mom
You know the difference between you and me? I make this look good.
By Kristen Chase
There is a distinct chance that I may have stumbled upon something amazingly brilliant. Or it's just my postpartum paranoia flaring up. Let's just say I think I have uncovered a secret government operative called Project Secret Agent Mom, and before I have to go into hiding or I'm taken away in a seatless white van and a straight jacket, I want to make sure the public knows what is going on before something goes terribly wrong. It hit me today. They're training us to be spies. Think about it. Do you really think that anyone could torture us worse than anything we've already been through? What other person could endure labor, delivery, and early breastfeeding and still get up the next day and do... read more
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This is not how it was supposed to be.
By Nancy Bleemer
He was here. We had been waiting for 42 weeks. His due date had come and gone and still we had waited. He did not want to come out, did not want to meet us. It was cozy in there, squashed inside of me. Finally, fourteen days after he was supposed to arrive, he had a forced eviction. The pitossin was plugged in, the earth moved and eight hours later, Daniel arrived. Loudly. Daniel screamed in the delivery room. He screamed in the recovery room. He screamed in the nursery as all the other babies slept. He screamed when he was brought to me and screamed until he settled, finally, with great gulps at my swollen breasts. The next day we took him home in a little blue sweater and a hat that wouldn’t stay on. He fell asleep on the way, a tiny creature... read more
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