The Candy Aisle

When I was around five or six, I wanted a piece of candy from the drugstore. The only thing standing in my way of getting that piece of chocolate, was my grandfather. So, like every other spoiled but adorable child who doesn’t yet understand the concept of gratitude, I immediately kicked my sweet grandfather in… Continue reading The Candy Aisle

Untitled (2019)

Let’s talk about words. The ones we say to each otherand ourselves.  The self-talk of: You can’t be taken seriously as a person or an artist.  Look at your apartment, the dust on the walls, the onion skin on the kitchen floor, the pile of clothes on your grandmother’s chair. Let’s talk about a well-lived… Continue reading Untitled (2019)

One Egg, One Basket

I was in line to get a smoothie when my phone rang. This is how every scene begins, right? Disheveled woman with messy hair, waiting in line for her green smoothie, in the midst of Midwestern suburbia, about to find out the status of two embryos. My partner and I were apart from each other… Continue reading One Egg, One Basket

7, 8, 5

Each moment I sit down to write about infertility, my mind tells me to pause. Pause and keep things private. If you place too much hope in the process, it will hurt even more when things don’t work out. I push myself through these thoughts, put the words down, and just sit with the anxious… Continue reading 7, 8, 5