I contrasted the doctor pushing me to consider abortion with the doctor who helped me postpartum. If a baby stresses you out before birth, why are you encouraged to abort rather than to get through it with mental health support?

“Life starts over when you become a parent.” These words, spoken just about three months ago, come from 34-year-old new mom, Rihanna, also known as the entertainer headlining this year’s Super Bowl halftime show. In interviews published last fall before her Savage X Fenty premiere, Rihanna spoke a lot about the evolution of the fashion show from past shows, but when it came to motherhood, she described it as more of a complete restart of life—“life that you’ve never known before,” she says.

“I had severe depression with suicidal thoughts. I had no libido and I got severe fatigue. I took on weight and was not able to lose it…. After stopping with the birth control pill these symptoms vanished.” —Ursula, public commenter on the FDA Citizen’s Petition for greater transparency of birth control side effects. It’s not all in your head: the Pill definitely affects mental health. I cannot count the number of times I’ve heard women share that they didn’t feel themselves—and worse, experience . . .

I am a happy mom to four kids—three already born and one on the way. As a fourth born myself, it is a special pregnancy for me, even if one of my least favorites in the nausea department. Some of the greatest gifts I’ve received in life are my siblings, and so I’m thrilled to be able to add another for my kids. This pregnancy was not a “mistake.” So I was frustrated when I attended my latest pregnancy ultrasound and a doctor pressed me to doubt my own desire or capability to add this latest person to my family.

Should I stay in this relationship? Should I leave my job? Should I keep hanging with this same group of friends? For a lot of women in their twenties and thirties, the weighty but unknown possible effects on future outcomes in our lives make some life choices feel overwhelming. What is the right choice? It can seem impossible to decide, when we don’t know what consequences that choice might have. . .

Recently while walking my pandemic-acquired puppy, I heard a dog barking from inside another house. It’s a fairly common occurrence on our walks, but somehow this particular dog and this particular house threw my pup into a fritz. He wasn’t barking, but he was using all his strength to try to peel out of there. He was terrified. I knelt down to try to redirect his attention and give him a treat. Part of training puppies, I’m learning, is to normalize different situations for them and associate

It’s easy to succumb to feeling overwhelmed right now. With so many experiences colliding—the stress of juggling more than I already thought I could with work and life, the thrill of the can-do American spirit; the fear of the unknown; the joy of seeing good governance in action; the anger of seeing bad governance in action; the pain of knowing people are suffering...

How surrendering to postpartum weight challenges healed, not hurt, my relationship with my body Few things humble a woman more than some of the special gifts Mother Nature reserves for our fair sex. I am more than grateful for fertility and our ability to bring life into the world, but these wondrous powers come with unique costs. There’s menstruation and its accompanying pain and mood swings. Then with the gifts of pregnancy come the challenges of morning sickness, back pain, and daily cogniti

I’ve been thinking a lot about new life this springtime. After a long winter, this week in Cleveland, we saw our first daffodils and hyacinths. They’re always the first to show up, and they may not last more than a couple weeks, but the sight of them represents something larger—the promise of spring and warmer days to come. And a reprieve from the long wait for winter’s end. After more than four years, my husband and I are having a baby, expected this fall. When this baby’s born, our last baby

It’s a phrase Sheryl Sandberg heard often after her husband, Dave Goldberg, unexpectedly died at age 48 in 2015. In her recent book, Option B: Facing Adversity, Building Resilience, and Finding Joy, cowritten with psychology professor Adam Grant, Sandberg paints a brutally honest picture of what grief looks like. “I can’t imagine, either,” she’d often reply. “But I have no choice.” Sandberg’s words reminded me of one of my own brushes with grief. “I Can Only Imagine” by MercyMe was one of the s

Our culture seems to be on a never-ending search for happiness. Surveys show women reporting happiness levels at an all-time low, and advertisements continue to vie for filling the happy gap if we just buy this product, try this lifestyle, make this change. It also shows in the books we’re buying. Comfortably sitting on the bestseller list right now is a book by Meik Wiking, CEO of the Happiness Research Institute in Copenhagen. The Little Book of Hygge offers insights into the “Danish secrets