Joyce Munro – Mad At You

He’s being smothered. A horror swims up through my chest and I jolt awake. I’ve rolled onto the baby, and—I feel around, just us?—but the nightmare fist does not open. “Wake up,” I say, as I push my hands into my husband. “I can’t breathe.” “Wh-a. . .What?” I’m...

Robin Neidorf: That July Afternoon

My baby and I were often alone together in the early days and weeks. My husband returned to work after a week, my mother returned home after two. Like many new mothers, I lacked confidence in my mothering skills. Is it easier for women who had younger siblings? For...

The Return – Cristina Spencer

On a bright September afternoon, a little more than a year after my first daughter was born, I drove back to the hospital where I gave birth. Through the stop lights on El Camino Real, right at the In and Out Burger, straight ahead through the double lanes of Grant...