After the doctor implanted three embryos into my uterus twenty-two years ago, which took only minutes and unceremoniously concluded months of in vitro fertilization procedures, I asked, Now what? He told me to avoid sunbathing and hot tubs, and in ten days, I should know if I was pregnant. That’s it? Shouldn’t I lie down with my legs up a…
Lisa Gregoire
Lisa Gregoire has written for newspapers and magazines for thirty-five years. She has twice won gold at the National Magazine Awards.
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Lisa Gregoire
My mother married my dad when she was twenty-three. Instead of a white dress, she wore a smart skirt and jacket, corsage, white gloves, warm smile, her wavy hair carefully set. The wedding photo, shot at a long-gone studio, hangs on my bedroom wall. In it, my father is twenty-one. Handsome in a suit, with shiny shoes and skinny…