Feral Mom, Feral Writer

...my 5 year-old son tears past me in pursuit of his 7 year-old sister. Shortly I hear shrieking and the sound of my book hitting someone’s ...

...or removing pubic hairs from the base of the toilet, not a single member of the family needs you. But the moment you open the laptop and ...

...two paragraphs about a childhood piano teacher—(from an exercise called “Spots of Light” I found in Your Life As Story: Discovering the “...

...regarding the ability to draft a decent poem or essay. The verdict: sleep deprivation. So many attempts at soothing the middle child’s gr...

A feather, the size of half my pinky nail, and the top panel of a butterfly wing (one of my daughter’s finds) sit in a one inch by one inch ...

"My upstairs neighbor, mother of three, lives in a chronic extremity of demand that I witness from below as a kind of human storm. I do...