Feral Mom, Feral Writer

I had extra eggs so I was going to bake a lemon souffle. But first I had to do a magic trick for the kids with a copper tube and a paint lid...

...to my father-in-law in Mexico?! The excuses I jot down for him can’t do justice to the territory: stitches across my son’s eyelid, scabie...

I have to go through my inventory to see how many poems I’ve written from the male p.o.v., about men, or to men. It brings me up short to se...

...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...