Laurie Paravati Phillips
While recently reading some of Emily Dickinson’s poems and letters, I uncovered some beautiful and ambivalent reflections on her family life. As a mother and new grandmother, I found that Dickinson’s keen insights gave me new and fresh ways to think about my role in my expanding and extended family. For a supposedly emotionally restrained author, Dickinson writes lavishly about the world of intimate relationships and the mixed emotions inherent in those delicate roles.
Cati Porter is a poet, editor, essayist, and arts administrator who hails from Southern California. She is the author of five chapbooks and three full-length collections of poetry.
One thing I’ve learned in writing memoir is that no matter what, someone will take issue with you. That’s just something you have to accept. For me, it’s been imperative to focus on why I wrote this book—I wanted single mothers to know that they were going to not only survive this experience, but that they would come out stronger than they ever knew was possible.
Rudri Bhatt Patel
Motherhood put me even more in touch with my sensory experience, with ordinary mysteries all around us, and it gave me a foil for my experience as an only child growing up in a very close relationship with my mother. Seeing my own children grow gave me new insight into what was both normal and different—which as an only child I really had no way of knowing.
Rudri Bhatt Patel
Gender is indeed a social construct; women and nonbinary people are its ultimate scapegoat. All our lives, we have to run against a shadow larger than ours, a shadow of perfection against which we are expected to measure ourselves, in order to be perfect as a woman or a daughter or a mother or a partner or a wife or a coworker.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I searched high and low for a place online that served my community in a way that didn’t leave us as the exception. I couldn’t find that place. I also didn’t want to blog about my own child, so I started thinking bigger than myself. As I grew in motherhood, my views became much more inclusive to the extent that I wanted to make space for other marginalized people. I wanted to celebrate each person but also allow for the mundane.
We publish profiles of writers who are mothers, writers who write about motherhood, and writers who have something to say to mothers. This includes well-known, living mama writers, of course, but also off-beat, lesser-known, not-so-obvious mama writers. Read more here.