In Texas, We Are The Rescue Team

It’s nearly midnight in San Antonio, Texas, on Sunday, February 14. The temperature has plunged to 10 degrees, but my husband, Adrian, and I are not yet worrying about how we’ll keep our toddler and baby warm if the electrical grid fails, which it will within hours. We’re not thinking of the hill outside our neighborhood, which will become so dangerously ice-slicked it will effectively trap us in our home. We’re not taking stock of our meager food and water supply, calculating how long it will last. We're laughing.

Creative Nonfiction: The Weight You Knowingly Carry by Katie Gutierrez

The quartz is made to resemble marble: thick dove gray veins, their edges blurred, snaking through a background of spilled cream. You look through other samples, small heavy squares excavated from wire shelving, but you return to the first. I prefer these thicker lines, you say, running your fingertips across the veining. Your husband agrees, and the discussion shifts to the edges and corners of your future kitchen island—straight is more modern, but with a toddler and a baby on the way.

How to Predict the Unpredictable

On the side of a busy road, I called her name: Lola! Lola! Flaxen weeds blew at my knees. Traffic a blur of painted metal. She could be anywhere. And then I saw her — a black pug parting the grass, running toward me. I took her into my arms and pressed my forehead against hers, relief stinging sweet. I told Adrian about the dream with my eyes still closed. We had only been living together for two weeks, since he’d moved to San Antonio from Sydney to be with me. We’d known each other since we me

I Didn't Want to Breastfeed, But Weaning is Breaking My Heart

The first time I breast-fed my daughter, I was surrounded by strangers. Someone had helped me slide free of my delivery gown, slick with my daughter’s newness. Someone else had helped me into a new gown. There were hands everywhere: first pressing my tender, flaccid abdomen; now sliding a new pad beneath my hips; now holding my newborn to my breast. The hands — blue-gloved, shiny — squeezed my flesh, guided it into her mouth. My husband, Adrian, stroked my hair. I didn’t know what to do with my own hands. I watched, like the most unnecessary stranger in the room.

On Books and Writing

Reinventing the Canon: Why It’s More Important Than Ever to Read Latinx Literature

In a time when anti-Latinx rhetoric is painful and unavoidable, and anti-Latinx violence hits close to home, it’s unacceptable that Latinx literature occupies such a small space in the U.S. literary canon. If the language of white supremacy attempts to dehumanize us, to erase our value and the richness of our contributions to this world, it’s more critical than ever to celebrate our voices.

On Health and Wellness

What I Wish I Knew About PCOS Before My Diagnosis

Up to 75% of women with PCOS go undiagnosed “due to variability of patient presentation and lack of provider knowledge.” If this statistic seems outrageous, that’s because it is. We want to trust our doctors to recognize symptoms that we don’t. We want to trust them to give us answers. But ultimately, we are the experts on our bodies and no one cares more about our health than we do. That sometimes means taking charge and advocating for ourselves.

How a Ketogenic Diet Brought Back My Fertility

We used rubber bands to trace fine, light lights on the eggs. I had chosen a simple design motif from the thick book my friend Sarah showed me — star-like flowers, the petals outlined with white, the centers filled in with pollen-yellow. We were making pysanky, Easter eggs decorated using a wax-resist method, a Ukrainian tradition dating back to early Slavic cultures. My eyes were swollen. There was a glass of wine beside me, at two in the afternoon.

What I Wish I'd Known Before Starting a Ketogenic Diet

Before I was diagnosed with polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS), I’d never heard the word “ketogenic”. I’d never even been on a diet before, let alone one that would reduce my beloved carb intake. But according to functional medicine doctor Tom Sult, author of Just Be Well, adopting a ketogenic diet would sharpen my insulin sensitivity, helping to reset the cataclysmic hormonal response that, for me, led to irregular periods, lack of ovulation, polycystic ovaries, and—drumroll, please—infertility.

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