By Patricia Musitano

It seems like there’s always a reason to keep trying. There’s something that makes you think the next time will work. Something that was wrong gets fixed … a new procedure offers hope … an eventual success makes you think it will be possible to do it again. 

By Kim Perez

My mother, a Cuban immigrant, had three expectations of me as a child: To graduate from college, get married and become a mother. So far, I have fulfilled two of them. I became a high school teacher and a wife, but at 40-years-old have yet been able to conceive a child. It is an awful predicament to experience: the stigma of infertility plus the expectations - from my Latino family and community– to become a mother. Being the only Latina in your family without children makes you feel ashamed and isolated. Watching your friends experience the joy of motherhood leaves you feeling empty and forgotten. As a Latina isn’t it my God-given right to be a mami?