Fiction

Every time my nurse Danny opens the door to my so-called apartment, stepping in whisper-quiet on those foamy shoes he wears, it’s like a little widening of the world. And…

Lightness had not been her forte pre-motherhood, but she had changed

Her awareness of the hand that had taken up residence in her body persisted, even as she told herself that it was just exhaustion messing with her brain

The first time we have sex after the baby, my husband tells me, “I’m not attracted to big girls.”  When I tell him I’m not attracted to assholes, he makes…

The girl I love says oh no, please wake up and flips the light on and for the third time in a year there’s a gush of blood soaking into…

Kimberly was pleased when she caught her mother, Professor, going through her closet from floor to ceiling. She jotted the specifics of each item in one of her laboratory notebooks…

She had to wrestle the door closed, watching desperately for small fingers scrabbling in the diminishing gap and only pulling hard once she was sure it was clear. Then she…

Erin was erratic about gynecological appointments until the day of all the blood. Searching futilely for heavy pads in the box of uncategorized toiletries—mysterious cream, that pill in the plastic…

Baby, don’t you know, on cold mornings when I kiss your warm cheek and forehead, the fine hairs there the same as they always were, and slip your knee socks…

It is late summer in Virginia, and the night is full of cicadas—the breeze drifting through the windows as Beth paces in her bedroom, waiting for her son’s screams to…

Joanna closes her eyes to the soothing alto tones of the midwife. “Place your hands on your belly. Imagine your fingertips sending light and love to your baby. Inhale. Exhale.…