Sixteen Writers on the State of My Uterus

by E.B. Bartels

For the full essay, see it on Fiction Advocate.
Originally published on April 16, 2015.

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I began to seriously question whether or not I want to have kids one Wednesday at 9 p.m. while having my hair checked for lice. I was sitting in a black swivel chair, wearing a leopard-print hairdresser cape, as an older woman meticulously worked through my scalp with mint-scented conditioner, baking soda, and a fine-tooth comb.

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