“Once home where she could cry, no tears came. Only thoughts weighted with sorrow. Never to initiate life. Never to feel life moving inside her. Never to bring forth life and nourish it with sustenance from her own body.” — Monica Starkman Copy Share Image
“The cruelty of it. The desecration, Margo thought with disgust. Mangling a perfect body because of an imperfect mind.” — Monica Starkman Copy Share Image
“Once home where she could cry, no tears came. Only thoughts weighted with sorrow. Never to initiate life. Never to feel life moving inside… — Monica Starkman Copy Share Image
“Can a therapist make me not want to get pregnant? Can a therapist undo the trouble with my eggs, my hormones, and whatever else… — Monica Starkman Copy Share Image
“And, now once again, Margo is enveloped by yards and yards of silence.” — Monica Starkman Copy Share Image
“Something out of nothing, she thought. The perfect parallel to pregnancy.” — Monica Starkman Copy Share Image
“Pain was always cruel, but it was cruelest when it came to children. Sometimes she would see a child she recognized from a prior… — Monica Starkman Copy Share Image
“Each night they left the balcony door open so they could hear the surf lapping against the sand. And, once when the wind was… — Monica Starkman Copy Share Image
“The cruelty of it. The desecration, Margo thought with disgust. Mangling an imperfect body because of an imperfect mind.” — Monica Starkman Copy Share Image
