Tamar Saperstein

There was no reason why I should have miscarried, or so I thought. I found a thousand reasons to blame myself. Had I gotten enough rest? Was I getting enough nutrition? As my mind searched for answers and concocted a thousand reasons as to why this happened to me, I started to slowly fall into a depression.

"How could I truly know after only two years, whether my marriage could just be a mistake?"

If you're a woman, in or near your forties, and a perpetual people-pleaser, I have good news for you! You're about to enter a new stage of psychological wisdom and maturity. The people-pleasing that ate away at your sanity is going to become a thing of the past.

41% of transgender people in the U.S. have attempted suicide, 19% are refused medical care, and 2% report having been assaulted in doctor's offices.

l long prided myself on being a "strong, independent, beautiful, staunch feminist." But then I found out I was pregnant—and everything changed.

I was haggard, exhausted, and feeling hopeless. "When are my kids ever going to be normal?" I felt deep down it would never happen.

Parents often confuse healthy eating in children with that of adults. They shouldn't.

In less than two years, I went from the fast-paced life of having a full-time job, while attending graduate school and going out with my friends at night, to being married and a full-time stay-at-home mother. My life took a sudden 180-degree turn, and at times felt like it was standing still.

I was the last generation fortunate enough to have personally known survivors of the Holocaust.

When I was first married, I found myself constantly suffering from painful and awful vaginal and urinary tract infections. The doctor prescribed the same regimen of antibiotics for each type of infection. I’d heartily suffer through the weeklong course of medication, awaiting my pain and itch-free days to come, as the antibiotics worked their magic.