Rachel Leeper

And so is blatant racial discrimination against black people. Two things America loves, coffee and racism. Together in one convenient location.

I have a new niece coming, or maybe a nephew. A little person who will call me auntie and come to my house to feed the ducks at the park across the street. It’s a thing to celebrate. I just don’t feel like doing it today.

Infertility is the worst practical joke ever. It cruelly tells you that all your hard work has been a lie. I spent all those years listening to all these people who told me my fertility was something to be controled. There were awkward nights at the drug store, buying condoms without looking the cashier in the eye. There was the speculum that never seemed warm enough, the pap test a condition of refilling my prescription for birth control. After, later, there was the careful tracking, temperature taking, daily counting, waiting, hoping.