Making it up…

Alyson was 28 when she died. It was dark the morning of her funeral. Only fitting, thought Abigail. Abigail got dressed in her black dress and her black heels. She looked at herself in her bedroom mirror. She meant to frown but she couldn't even bring herself to exert that much energy. She hadn’t slept in her childhood…

Being pregnant on purpose…

I have given birth to two Gwen's in my lifetime but it was only half on purpose. Let me start from the beginning- I scheduled my first abortion in the spring of 2003. I was 16 years old, a junior in high school with a 4.3 GPA, and 6 weeks pregnant. I did not know what the word Feminist…

Breaking up…

My father left my mother after 17 years of marriage. This happened when I was 15 years old and I thought it was the worst thing that I would ever live through. It was my first taste of heartbreak before I could even understand what heartbreak was. I empathized with my mother but only in…

Asking for it..

Fifteen months ago I had given birth to a baby that I did not take home from the hospital. Wow. That was a pretty powerful sentence. I need a sip of whiskey before I go any further. No, a baby did not die. I did not take the baby home from the hospital because it…

Diving in..

Possible Blog Names: -Notes from the Heartland; The Remix -Womb for Rent -Allie's Blog -GingerTales (a play on gingerale because i fucking love gingerale) -Ok that'll do, pig, that'll do I started a blog. I have some ground rules for myself that I am going to publicly say in hopes that it will hold me…