While I was welcomed with open arms, my husband did not get the same from my family. It is an experience that I have never gotten over, even 8 years later.

Growing up I was more of a tomboy and just felt more comfortable being one of the boys. It took me almost 30 years to realize that this was due to the relationship, or lack of relationship, I had with my dad.

My racial identity and how that changed depending on who I am around. I also reflect on how my children might be impacted by racial identity.

Many of my students try to justify a connection with me and I reiterate that I am white even though I can make you feel welcome and connect with your culture.

Society brainwashes us to think that breastfeeding is the better path while ignoring the pressures that puts on women.

Finally becoming regnant after years of trying, the quarantine was a hard hit as the celebrations I had envisioned for years were destroyed l

Being confronted by a white woman in a conversation about race at Portillos really made me reflect on privilege and white fertility.

I never fit the expectations of a typical girl and although I take pride in that, it was not without its struggles.

The process of getting pregnant was greatly due to the privileges I have as a white middle class woman. I want to share what I found and try to figure out a way to bring awareness and share by truth.

Increase conversion around the struggle to become pregnant and the expectation of women.