Feral Mom, Feral Writer

...on character, Bird by Bird , p. 53). I’m listening. Mining about ten years worth of writing. Struck a few nerves in my inner calm. I call...

...[that is] partly imagination and partly the fabric of days,” said writer Nona Caspers, referring to her poetry collection: Little Book of...

on the way to Howard’s Station in Occidental for Eggs Benedict and banter with the wait staff we’ve come to love. It means checking on the r...

...just peed on the futon in the back of the classroom or do you march all three kids out without her noticing? Do you tell her before you f...

...a photo of our daughter sits next to the printer. She wears a red velvet dress, holds a peach rose, each petal fringed crimson. She’s lea...

I, mother of three, can escape for a night. But I get a headache just trying to remember the last reading I attended...ten years ago, was it...

...and if he squinches up his face and says, “Dumb it down,” I know I’m getting stuffy. On the other hand, I can tell if he’s just using tha...