Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood

As Literary Mama celebrates her fifteenth birthday we remember our original mission- to share stories from all the faces of motherhood. This month, we focus on the theme, Desiring Motherhood.

The flow of these short stories, flash fiction pieces, and poems is smooth. Even though the pieces were written across decades, they were brought together in an order that makes them feel as if they were written in a much shorter timespan with an intentional stream of subjects. The seamlessness of the stories allows each piece to build on the one before, leaving the collection stronger as a whole.

When she realizes that she will not be able to use her own eggs, she questions the importance of having a genetic connection to her child. This process breeds anxiety, which she quells through Qigong sessions, but every decision feels huge as she finds herself in charge of choosing her future child’s genetics.

We stop at a red light in Old Town, not two miles from home. Across the intersection, an old cemetery spreads languidly under the oaks, gravestones pushing up through the green earth like crooked gray teeth. I take a breath …


On the contrary, Eve, of all of us, carries Luke's torch most devotedly. Although she and her brother never set their beautiful blue eyes upon each other, she carefully tends the garden of his memory, listening raptly to his stories and studying his photo with generous scrutiny.

One of the children, hair slicked and dripping, ran up to towel off and pointed out the mare and her baby.


"But I want another baby, I do. It's this need. I don't know where it comes from..."

Each day the world continued to spin around the sun. It did not stop in its orbit for the loss of a baby...


I catch the baby before she lands on the floor of the bus. The woman doesn’t react...

Max arrived during Sukkot, the holiday of the fall harvest. Since that day, my poems, they sit untouched.


This month we have reading recommendations about a reluctant mother, for mothers-to-be and mothers in the trenches.

And when it finally comes together, this seed and that / full moon, this tragic flood and that incandescent cell...


Keep cold the loaded syringe / family gun in white box / near egg white cartons / stamped carton contents set to expire...


The house empties, / its lungs heave, / air seeps from spaces we were supposed to fill.


Offal falls from the womb. Crocuses sprout under paving. / A chicken spots a streak of wet yolk and crumples, / aghast.


I go / often in my dreams / to be cradled, rocked by the wind / whipping into the pines...

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Family can be anyone. Mae, Eva, and Lauren illustrate this well. The threads of hope and love are wonderfully woven into this story.