The time of reflection
The crumbs on the floor
Monday, May 5, 2014
The Mother as She Writes
When people ask me what I write about, I brush them off with a self-deprecating, “Just stories about mothers.” I imagine that, to other people, motherhood lacks the narrative weight of war and social upheaval, the excitement of werewolves and zombies, the sensuality of erotica and romance. On a deeper level I am embarrassed to say I write about motherhood because I think people won’t take me seriously, as a person and as a writer, and I feel uneasy admitting the extent to which my own identity is wrapped up in motherhood. Yet, without my children, I would not be a writer at all.
Please check out more of my Literary Reflections essay, "The Mother As She Writes" at: Literary Mama.
I am a writer, a public servant, a mother of three, and a human ecologist with degrees from Stonecoast MFA in Creative Writing and College of the Atlantic. In my fiction, nonfiction, and poetry, I write about nature, motherhood, and the emotional effects of environmental contamination. Here on this blog, I seek beauty in the quotidian.
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With a nod to Kazuo Ishiguro's wonderful novel, The Remains of the Day, which, in the interest of full disclosure, I had not even read until this blog was nearly two years old. It's surprising to find one has a lot in common with an aging butler.