I’ve wanted to be a mother since I was eight years old. I always dreamed of starting a family. But we’ve been trying for three years now, and we can’t get pregnant. We keep going to check-ups

 

“I’ve wanted to be a mother since I was eight years old. I always dreamed of starting a family. But we’ve been trying for three years now, and we can’t get pregnant. We keep going to check-ups, and the tests are fine, and everyone says that there’s nothing wrong—but still nothing happens. It’d be easier if we had a reason. Right now I feel powerless. I’m already thirty-five. I can feel the clock ticking. And it gets harder and harder as time goes by. It’s especially difficult during that time of the month. I usually isolate myself on that day. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I don’t want to do anything. He usually orders us a pizza. We watch movies and cuddle. And he reminds me that the most lucky thing has already happened. We were born in the same city, and we went to the same school, and we were able to find each other. What are the odds of that? We are already so lucky. And no matter what happens, we’ll always be here.”

(Rome, Italy)

 

 

I spent thirty-six years as an editor at the New York Times. There were so many rounds of layoffs, and so many buyout opportunities– but I kept turning them down. I was terrified of retirement

I’ve been telling myself since the age of twelve: ‘I’ve got to be a mogul. I’ve got to be the greatest. I’ve got to get my family out of the hood