Tania Lorena Rivera

My first personal essay ever published. I told the story of my second miscarriage.

I wrote this for my firstborn, who was knocking at puberty's door.

I am the only stay-at-home mom in my circle of family and friends. It can be an intimidating position to be in, and this is my take on it.

As a child, my house was always full of people. I welcomed the quietness that the pandemic brought to my house.

My parents were teenagers when the civil war erupted in my native country of El Salvador. That war shaped the parents they would become and, ultimately, the mother I would grow up to be.

The story about my nose scar.

Motherhood leaves its mark on a woman's body.

A chef and excellent cook raised me, but my parents took our mealtimes as the perfect occasion to dispense important information.

In the spring of 2020, I went into premature labor. For three days, the doctors tried to stop the contractions, and then, an emergency c-section was needed. I gave birth to a baby boy six weeks too early. He needed a NICU stay. This is a tiny glimpse into that moment in time.

I struggled with secondary infertility, and during that struggle, I developed an addiction to taking pregnancy tests.

My husband is a gamer. This is a glimpse into my life with him.

My take on learning the French language as an immigrant.

In the fall of 2021, my neighbors and I heard the sound of gunshots right in front of our houses. This is an essay about what happened.

My children's grandparents are not the people that raised me.

Reflection on my 15 years of marriage.