In these 23 original stories, mothers and fathers from all walks of life--straight, gay, single, surrogate, biological, adoptive--explore the challenges and rewards of parenthood.
Here, among other adventures, they fall hopelessly in love with newborns, secretly fear having made huge mistakes, race to finish birthing at home before the paramedics arrive, struggle with the bureaucracy of international adoption, despair of ever getting a one-year-old to nap, are nearly broken by colic, encounter other judge-y parents in birthing class, learn how to parent children with special needs, and more.
Together, these thoughtful, searing, often hilarious essays map the grand (and sometimes terrifying) journey that begins with each new life.
In any given year, one in four Americans suffer from a diagnosable mental illness--and yet there is still a significant stigma attached to being labeled as "mentally ill." We hear about worse-case scenarios, but in many--maybe even most--cases, there is much room for hope.
The 18 frank, often intimate true stories collected in Same Time Next Week highlight the need for empathy and compassion between therapist and patient, and argues for a system that encourages human connection rather than diagnosis by checklist.
"Hope for those seeking help." - Booklist
"Whether inducing tears or raucous laughter, all the pieces are inviting, inquisitive and attentive—and sure to spark plenty of imaginations." - Kirkus Review
"Intelligent, polished, surprising essays that will have you wiping away tears one moment, laughing out loud the next. An indispensable resource for writers, teachers, and those who simply love to read true stories, well told." - Dinty W. Moore
Real-life Stories of Grave-robbing, Identity Theft, Abduction, Addiction, Obsession, Murder, and More
"True Crime is an anthology of mayhem and menace that won't make you embarrassed about reading true crime stories. In fact, you'll be moved enough by the sheer quality of the writing to wonder how anyone's imagination could stack up against reality…."
—The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
This collection of true narratives reflects the dynamism and diversity of nurses, who provide the first vital line of patient care.
The modern healthcare system has become proficient at staving off death with aggressive interventions. And yet, eventually everyone dies—and although most Americans say they would prefer to die peacefully at home, more than half of all deaths take place in hospitals or health care facilities. At the End of Life tackles this conundrum head on. These twenty-two compelling personal-medical narratives explore death, dying and palliative care, and reveal the inner workings of a system in which doctors, patients and their loved ones battle to hang on—and to let go.
I had visualized my baby in yoga class. “Imagine your fetus with every characteristic you wish it to have,” Swami Satchishankara coached nine women with basketball bellies, all lying in sabasana. I had picked intelligence, happiness, and humor—and pictured a dazzling, photogenic grin. But Kassandra did not have Aegean eyes and sun-streaked hair as I had imagined. Instead, forty-eight hours after her delivery at Lenox Hill, she bore an alarming resemblance to my mother-in-... more
He screamed. First thing every morning, lurching from uneasy sleep to greet a world he seemed to view with mistrust, he screamed. Getting his diaper changed, he screamed. In the car seat, he screamed. Taking a bath, he screamed. Even while nursing, sometimes, he screamed, though it sounded more like drowning. And most every evening, from about 4:30 p.m. until he passed out somewhere between ten and midnight, he screamed unrelentingly. At two months old, his skin was still yellowed by breast... more
I was born on the day the world was created. I grew up as an only child, the sun around which my single mother and doting grandparents orbited. I was never entirely sure I wanted a baby because having children would surely mean giving up my place as the center of the universe. So when my labor began on a Saturday in late October, the urgency and intensity of the pain felt like treason. One part of me was betraying the desires of the other. The discomfort seeped in before dawn and rose with... more