Category Archives: Mothering

My mother has a big birthday today–ends in a 0 or a 5. I hesitate to say her age. She’s a classy lady. A lot of what a write has to do with mother daughter relationships. My young characters usually … Continue reading

Haiti, memory is a muscle, Mothering, poetry
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So we’re halfway through summer and I’m counting down the days to the first day of school. This year, I decided to be a full time mama. No part-time teaching artist gigs (including DAWP…more on teaching artist shenanigans later), very … Continue reading

books, memory is a muscle, Mothering, movies, The Help, VONA, Writing
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Today is Mother’s Day. Media tells me that I’m supposed to still be in bed now—my husband and children will be bringing me flowers and breakfast and I plan a day of doing absolutely nothing. Nope. Not my reality. I … Continue reading

Mothering, Writing
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This title is inspired by Edwidge Danticat’s recent book, Create Dangerously: The Immigrant Artist at Work. Within the eight years I’ve been parenting (my children are 8, 6, and 3), I’ve written three novels and a handful of short stories. … Continue reading

Mothering, Writing
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