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Birth Matters

It is much harder to go along the unknown path, doing research that will almost certainly end up frightening you, and finding out whether your insurance will cover the costs of a midwife. It is scary not to know whether your friends and family will support this controversial decision, a decision that would fly in the face of their decision to stay on the beaten path. But it was when off the beaten path that I learned what I was capable of…


I think one of the things that scares people about parenting is that frightening responsibility, that fear of doing something wrong, but you overcome that fear each day and when you go to sleep, you do it knowing an even greater love, and finding yourself capable of so much more than you could have imagined. Having someone’s life in your hands each day, being the center of someone’s world, is a terrifying reward in itself.

Sleeping With Your Baby

Dr. McKenna’s studies showing the emotional and neurological impact of having one’s baby nearby in the night is good affirmation for the many parents who have continued to follow their instincts in spite of social convention. A move back to these roots is exciting. Parents shouldn’t feel frightened, shamed, or pressured out of doing what they feel is right for their families.


How often do we look around to make sure we are reacting the way we ought to? There are many aspects of my life that I keep private; I assume other people wouldn’t understand. But why should I be afraid of someone’s inability to see things my way? Isn’t part of what makes us human the very fact that we’re all so different?

Going Home in Flood Time

I like to think that men have more reverence for it, since they can’t fully understand it. Women will bite each other down to the bone over disagreements on medications, labor, caffeine, breastfeeding versus bottle feeding, bedtime routines—I rarely hear men weigh in on any of it, and I think it’s not from a lack of caring, but because they’re so busy loving and respecting the mothers of their children, wanting happiness of those they love most.

Orgasmic Birth

The memories of swaying my hips while dancing in a bar or the astonished looks of prom dates who saw me in uncustomary glamour for the first time are nothing compared to me now as I stand in front of a mirror looking at my swollen belly, full of life. Yes, even with the dark stripe dividing me in half, the bright blue veins that stretch across my middle like rivers over a globe, and the red striations on the underside of my stomach that line me like a ripe jalapeño.

The Writing Life

I don’t care how many people like Jane Austen; I don’t care for her and I never will. I can’t be intellectually pressured into liking her, Poe, Dickinson, or Hemingway. I’m sure this makes me a terrible English Major, but I never would have published their works.

Here We Are & There We Go

Though I am putting my personal desires for travel on hold for the time being, I am a strong believer in uprooting your entire life for the sake of a new opportunity. This is my father’s doing: growing up with a father who spent most of his youth traveling across America with the circus just does something to a person.


I absolutely believe in equality in terms of our basic rights, and especially in terms of respect. Deep down, I think that is what we are all after, to not be walked on and to be spoken to as if we matter. I make an effort to that end every day. But I also believe in being recognized for our personal achievements in absolute honesty. I don’t want extra points just because I’m a woman. That is special treatment, not equality.

Reviewer Spotlight: Alice Mayer

My relationship with inspiration is like one that I would have with a cat: it rubs against me, pesters me, and yowls at me while I’m showering, driving, cooking, or otherwise busy. When I finally make time for it, it turns its nose up at me, and I’m left with fingers twitching trying to recall exactly how the words felt.

Marley & Me

John’s descriptions of Labrador retrievers are spot-on—the tail commentary makes me grin; I’m always making fun of Molly for her big butt knocking over everything. My in-laws yelp when Molly comes near them—apparently, her tail is like a whip and leaves welts on them, something I apparently never notice.

Same Kind of Different As Me

As a Christian, these gritty narratives challenge me, but I think that even if I wasn’t a Christian, I would be moved by the absolute trust given under the strangest of circumstances, by the lack of motive behind the giving, and by the levels of faith played…


Matt’s heart and home were with his father, who died while working on the Aurora, making that the last bond to him. So the Aurora is more than a ship; it has become his home by becoming something of an avatar for his father. And if home is an extension of self, the way my…