Carrying and Miscarrying

By Rachel Asres | @raykkel I carried her for nine weeks. I suppose I don’t really know it was a her; it’s just a feeling I have. We would have named her Imogen—made in the image of God, the One who knit her together. She was at once an answer to prayers and a total […]

Thankful For All the Wrong Things

I birthed my first babe a week ago. My unwashed hair is scraped into a lazy bun, my eyes sunken from lack of sleep. I’ve been wearing the same pajamas for days. Shuffling to and from the bathroom is a major event now, and I’m embarrassed by how difficult those few pathetic steps are. It […]

Something I Carry

By Jenn Zatopek | Facebook I don’t know when the depression started. Did it start during the seemingly interminable winter months when I could barely get out of bed before 9 o’clock in the morning? Or did it start before then−during the holidays with new schedules and more family visits and less time for myself? […]

I’m Done With Distracted Living

How can I become a student of silence when my husband and I can’t communicate until the three children splay out in strange formations in their beds at night? When my brain turns to mush at 8pm and all I want to do is read or watch TV? Thudding feet find me before 6am, though […]

How Many Times Can a Woman Split Open?

Did she catch a glimpse of what was coming as she split open and pushed him with the strength of horses into this world? In that moment, when life and death and blood and air weave themselves together so inextricably, did she have any sense, then, that he was being pulled into the dark? Or […]