Can't spell vasectomy without team: how to give the perfect "snip gift"

"Taking one for the team"… "Vasec-Tommy"… "Can't spell vasectomy without team" Yep, when there's no push present because you've chosen to be childfree, sometimes you make t-shirts with the slogans above as part of your "snip gift" extravaganza. Our sales manager chica, Tiff, did just this for her husband and we've got the deets on how to make vasectomy day a much better day than it could be otherwise.

A US military pre-op trans woman and fiancée ponder parenthood

As a pre-op trans woman struggling with life in the US Armed Forces (while "Don't ask, don't tell" is not gone, transgender people are still forced to live in the dark) who had just arrived at a new command with no friends, no idea what I was in for, and no clue who I could trust. A dream of a woman — who was also fairly new to the command — entered into my life. At the time I assumed I had no chance with her. Even if I did, all the heartbreak I had experienced over the years had left me believing that the women I'm attracted to never understand my journey as a transgender woman, and are never willing to help me through the issues I deal with on a daily basis.

The Good Mother Myth: redefining motherhood to fit reality

Her kids have always slept through the night, and even if they don't, she still manages to look like she has had eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. There is always a well-balanced, home-cooked meal on her dinner table. She either happily stays at home or holds down a fulfilling job while still finding time to join the PTA, run the school's book sale, and makes it to every single soccer game. She is usually white, middle to upper class, heterosexual, and neither too young nor too old. But above all… she's a myth. And it's this myth that divides women and pits mothers against each other while fueling the flames of the manufactured "mommy wars."

Sometimes I fear the closeness between mother and child

It's been an uncomfortable adjustment to motherhood, this reality that not even if I wanted to, and don't we all want to, sometimes, I can't hide myself from him. Growing a person inside you, birthing them out into the world, it was heavy stuff for me. I wanted it, without a doubt, but I had no idea how much I'd crave being alone.