I have three children. My third is fierce and improbable. There was a less-than-one-percent chance of me getting pregnant with her, since I had an intrauterine contraceptive device (IUD) and my husband and I were full up with two boys, five and three.When I found out I was pregnant with this

Susanna Schrobsdorff is an Assistant Managing Editor and columnist at TIME.Like a lot of women of a certain age, I’ve taken up yoga. And because I don’t go halfway on my clichés, I’ve done immersion yoga weekends, learned the Sanskrit names for various ways of being upside down and at least once

The first person to talk to me about sex was my mother, a feminist lesbian. She gave me a basic rundown of anatomy and reproduction when I was 10 years old. Later, she also told me that it was fun, but better when you were in love. She introduced me to Betty Friedan, who convinced me I was not

I was raised in an almost cult-like Southern Reformed Baptist church. I was told that sex was wrong, lustful thinking was wrong, and basically anything that involved sex before marriage would send me straight to hell. It wasn't until last year that I had the first physical step of courage to

I was never what you'd call a “religious kid.” My family was so religiously diverse that I made the decision early on to check the “other” box when asked what my deal was with the G-man and call it a day. But since my mother was adamantly Catholic and my father was a flip-flopper, I was sent