Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood

Sometimes, an organization’s success is determined by the commitment of only one or two individuals. That particular organization succeeds when those individuals are passionate, but falters when they lose interest or face issues that are beyond their control. That’s not true here.

Still, I wasn’t sure if I could successfully teach and accommodate James on my own and maintain my sanity. But I had to try. In the end, it was liberating to stop tracking the failures of an institution, and instead direct my energies toward the positive enterprise I assumed a mission much larger than I had ever imagined for myself—the lofty purpose of being a great teacher to James

A word in my son’s mouth
first clusters with bubbles,
curds into slow said syllables.

Community is so important! My intention has always been to be a good literary citizen and support my fellow writers. I think it’s karmic: be a good person, show up for others, and be interested in other people’s work. I’ve found that if you put that out there, it’s returned. With every reading I’ve gone to and every interview I’ve done, it’s led to something else, and I’ve been very grateful.

Teaching her son at home gave her a mission bigger than education.

JT and I wondered what exactly home meant to her. Our house in Alaska? A healthy body?

Each morning I slide reluctantly from the warm embrace of my bed and force myself to dress.

In order to celebrate Women's History Month, we're recommending books about feminism.

How ironic. The teacher-librarian's daughter doesn't read.

You lucky conductors / Who draw storms from the bathwater, / music from the sound of the sucking of the drain.

beige tones graduating into lavender / lovely like a porcelain fan, / quarter-sized / (a choking hazard)

A word in my son’s mouth / first clusters with bubbles, / curds into slow said syllables.

I felt the cleaving of new selfhood begin, / the labor pains of the I I was birthing

In the driveway, this newly formed nebula, / you wave your arm around, mixing the tiny droplets / into swirls and wisps.

Kristin FitzPatrick discusses the metaphor behind her debut collection of short stories.

Rohan describes her journey as a writer, the importance of community, and why she's stopped keeping family secrets.

While Ignacio is the lucky boy in the title of this novel by Shanthi Sekaran, this story belongs to Soli and Kavya.

The Solace of Stones tells the story of Julie Riddle's family, as well as her growing realization that something in her past went terribly, terribly wrong.