Hi there! I'm Keiko. I'm glad you're here. Let's get you up to speed, shall we? My … Read More »
Your Voices + Stories

I’ve Been to Mexico
By Elaine H.
When I graduated from college, I packed my Toyota Corolla to the brim with clothes, sentiment-laden knick knacks, two … Read More »

Wishing for the Right Wish
By Elaine H.
This year, I get to be Santa. In one short year, the number of stockings on our mantle has doubled from two to four; big … Read More »

2012 Voices of PCOS: The Roundup
Welcome to the 2012 Voices of PCOS blog series at The Infertility Voice, in honor of PCOS Awareness Month! Here are all of … Read More »

Feigning In/Fertility
In 2005, after miscarrying a very spontaneous pregnancy, I was told my ovaries suck. The medical term is Poly-cystic Ovarian … Read More »

Trusting Your Inner Compass
There’s an old proverb: "the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." But what if physically taking even that … Read More »

A Thing With Feathers
By Liz Miles
I sat in a chair at a table in the fertility clinic exam room thinking about how this would be a defining moment in my life. … Read More »
From the Blog
Rod Roddy said it best.
"A NEW CAR!!!!"As promised, here are pictures of the new car. After some debate and a thoroughly convincing test drive, we ended up going with the 2011 VW Jetta. She's a beaut. She's got zip and some serious power when she's in sport mode. She's got … Read More »
PCOS and Infertility in Your Twenties: An Unspoken Reality
Welcome to the 2014 Voices of PCOS blog series at The Infertility Voice, in honor of PCOS Awareness Month! PCOS and Infertility in Your Twenties: An Unspoken Reality By Leslie Ciak Editor's Note: Please be aware this post discusses … Read More »
Lessons in Healing
I am a stepmother and mother of a daughter who died of SIDS in 2003, and had an ectopic pregnancy in 2004. I have also struggled with secondary infertility since my daughter's death. Despite this tragedy and challenges, I have went on to get my PhD … Read More »
In sanguine, veritas.
When I was ten years old, just four days before my eleventh birthday, I awoke from my nap and headed to the bathroom, the urge to pee having woken me up. It was the first time I would see the smudge: the bright red spots stark against the white … Read More »

