In Pursuit of Fertile Ground: Continuing IVF When the Odds Are Against You
I am at the nether reaches of my fertility, curious as to what I can still grow. This remains a shock.
The New York Times
“I am okay, I knew this was a possibility.” My eggs are expired
What kind of a tree must be damaged to reproduce? What kind of tree relies on a moth for its seeds?
I regarded these trees as I would a physique, or a silhouette, or a solo dancer on a stage—as spare and expressive. The bent limbs, to me, seemed held in freeze frame while recoiling from an electric shock. On some, every limb angled toward the sun. The shared reach of the limbs cantilevered the trunk, and the entire tree leaned sideways.
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Amy Beth writes autobiographical essays, short fiction, and features on travel, food, and architecture. She also edits Parks and Points, a website dedicated to sharing writing about public lands. Amy Beth teaches writing at Fordham University, Purchase College, and with The Creators Collective in Brooklyn. Find her on Twitter @AmyBethWright and on Instagram @amyb1021. Read more of her work at amybethwrites.com.