Hey everyone! I have some exciting news. Well, not THAT EXCITING NEWS, but exciting news nonetheless. My chapbook, “Home is a Sweater,” is being published by Finishing Line Press and…pre-sales are officially open! My chapbook talks about fertility, home, food, dioramas, Michigan, Pennsylvania, and North Carolina. My sarcasm is highlighted and I tried really hard… Continue reading “Home is a Sweater” Pre-Sales are Open
Category: Infertility
Progesterone? Oh. Hell. No
Pittsburgh winters, in and of themselves, are a real jerk. Endless days of overcast clouds, cold winds that slap you in the face as you walk to work, and barely any snow to pretty things up are common ingredients for the months of November through March. Couple a string of grey days together, with a… Continue reading Progesterone? Oh. Hell. No
Into a New Year
The hardest part about writing this blog, for me, has been letting people I know I’m sad. It’s not so much that you know that I’m sad, it’s just this nagging feeling that I’m somehow being ungrateful by being frustrated, angry, and upset that it’s been 5 ½ years since we decided to start a… Continue reading Into a New Year
Found Art (Holiday Edition)
Title: The Eating Away of Holiday Spirit Artist: Anonymous Toddler Curator’s Note: Almost as a signal to the coming holiday, this street artist carefully constructs and demonstrates the ways in which the traditional motif of love for others during the holidays, has, yet again, been co-opted by corporate giants. Notice how the artist “peers down”… Continue reading Found Art (Holiday Edition)
Thanksgiving at Ruby Tuesday’s: Oh, We Sure Did!
I need to take a break from thinking and writing about infertility. I want to write about the things that make my heart snap its fingers, like it’s in a 1940s jazz club, listening to a trumpet belt out “Have Yourself a Merry Christmas.” For today, I want to celebrate the sweet quirks in my… Continue reading Thanksgiving at Ruby Tuesday’s: Oh, We Sure Did!
Irony? It’s Not Lost on Me
Recently, at one of the many 6:30 a.m. appointments at my fertility clinic, the irony of where the office is situated, was not lost on me. The fertility clinic is located inside a hospital for women. Makes sense, right? A place where women of all ages can come for wellness visits, fertility treatments, women’s health,… Continue reading Irony? It’s Not Lost on Me
Back to Back to Back to Back…
We’re sad. We’re tired. We don’t know what is next. I feel silly and don’t know how to gather up buckets of hope anymore. I’ve been avoiding writing about anything, really. Starting a family is constantly on my mind, and when it isn’t, some random person will innocently ask, “Do you have any kids?” The… Continue reading Back to Back to Back to Back…
A Camera in my Uterus? Why, Thank You!
It’s Monday night, I am sitting on my couch as my husband talks on the phone to a good friend. Actually, I am sitting here with a Zodiac inspired face mask (Thanks, Meghan and Abbie!), in my pajamas, and thinking about the update we got today from the doctor. The past three months have been… Continue reading A Camera in my Uterus? Why, Thank You!
Caution: Not Child Resistant (Poem)
It occurs to me,as I shovetwo blueestrogen pillsin my vagina, a blank stare from the cat into the bathroom because this happens oftenthat this is fertility for us. This is baby making. This science of hot flashes,emotions propped up by hormones,heart palpitations,anger,mood swings,depression,swollen ankles,dietary restrictions,financial obligation in the tensof thousands, thisis our version of familyplanning.… Continue reading Caution: Not Child Resistant (Poem)
Dim Sum in New York City (Poem)
Dim Sum in New York City Egg custard buns,pushed around on steelDim Sum cartslike yellow centered wombs. The soft dough jiggles,slides against the raw crust,until it almost breaks,as the cart turns cornersaround the dining room. In front of me,a small plate with a pale white orb,soft and sticky. It moves like a blob of fat… Continue reading Dim Sum in New York City (Poem)
Stefanie Wielkopolan 