Hating my body is easy. Outward appearance is one thing: all the socio-cultural expectations we women deal with – the too-fat or flabby bits, the lack of a thigh gap, the faint lines and wrinkles…

Three little words that seem so innocuous and yet can be the straw that breaks the camels back on a bad day. When it comes to my mental health, where I’m at usually intersects with…

Coping with a debilitating chronic condition in academia April was Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) Awareness Month, which encouraged me to write those lines and share my journey in academia with a diagnosis of a chronic…

The dad is sad too. It is his baby too. It is his loss too.   It is true, the dad is sad too, when the #infertility treatment fails, the baby is #stillborn or the…

I got unexpectedly pregnant during my PhD. Twice. And we did use contraception. We took precautions and after the first time we were positive that switching to the copper IUD would be a good option…