Feral Mom, Feral Writer

I’m still learning how to use rejection to drive my work to its best incarnation. I came across a few remarks that made laugh and stop takin...

I discovered "Ritual at Dusk" is also up--I'm grateful to The Daily Palette (out of Iowa) for posting it this month ( http://d...

Pleased to announce my poem "The Painter's Wife" is up at Linebreak ( http://www.linebreak.org/ ). Their format features a tex...

All day I listen to a steady stream of pick-ups spurt their way up our steep gravel drive past my cabin on their way to view the foreclosure...

In a Slate post What do “bad” moms and slacker dads have to tell us , Ann Hulbert questions the long-term effects (on children) of mommy blo...

My mother and I sit side by side in spa chairs, automatic kneaders patrolling our spines just as jerkily as the roller coaster cars at J’s A...

...and trust your son to dirty urinals and the company of men you don’t know. Or stand in line for the women’s bathroom during intermission ...