In this month's essay, Mother Muteness: Writing My Way Out of Silence, Yelizaveta Renfro remembers feeling that her writing was silenced while in the trenches of early motherhood, nursing her daughter round-the-clock. She also realizes, with surprise and relief, that she had been authoring a great work all along. Renfro writes, ". . .in all those months when I thought I was not writing, I was writing her . . . writing, with that invisible ink -- mother's milk, mother's love -- a person."
Have you ever felt like Renfro, creatively stifled by responsibilities? Have you ever been amazed by a gem you hewed, just when you assumed you hadn't created anything original at all?