Feral Mom, Feral Writer

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 ...

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...