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From the Editor, December 2015

Welcome to the December issue of Literary Mama! Between catching snowflakes, searching for that elusive parking spot at the mall, and sipping cocoa, we hope you find time to read…

From the Editor | December 2015 | By Maria Scala


The Wolf Inside

As soon as my son and I started a book club several years ago, I realized it was an opportunity to draw the boys inside this euphoric feeling, to build…

Essays, Literary Reflections | December 2015 | By Maureen Langloss


Walking the Labyrinth on my Almost Birthday

It was just a game, really. The kids would get bored if I took too long at this. I could see the center; I knew where I was headed. And…

Essays, Literary Reflections | December 2015 | By Misty Urban


Essential Reading: Family Cooking

So many of the books I drawn to, whether to read a first time or over again, have an element of family and food. This month our staff share favorites…

Essential Reading, Literary Reflections | December 2015 | By Justine Uhlenbrock


This is Not a Pipe / Ceci n’est pas une Pipe

But I remember how my daughters, each in turn, once sat on my knee, while I named for them, page after page, all that was not what I said it…

Poetry | December 2015 | By Jennifer L. Freed


River, River

“Yellow house, yellow house,” she says, saying everything twice, like in the picture book about the brown bear. “White fence, white fence.”

Poetry | December 2015 | By Cheryl Anne Latuner


Girls Running to Mommies

After a snowfall, the snow is integrity itself, each flake melded to another, as in one body it embraces the body beneath it; and then the footprints, tracks of aloneness,…

Poetry | December 2015 | By Cheryl Anne Latuner


Amazons, at Eleven

Truthfully, if we could we would dress you like this always: champions of childhood, Achilles on ice. Deny the arrival of the girl-woman, oily follicles, breasts, boys, your own mobile…

Poetry | December 2015 | By Laurie Kruk


Let the Building Begin

My first contraction. No longer the shy darting of minnows, the unmistakeable sensation is the bold rolling wave of a whale’s tail slapping the water, and it’s funny how suddenly…

Creative Nonfiction | December 2015 | By Sara Beck


Composing the Air

I understand my mother so much better now that I’ve lost my round-cheeked baby, my tiny gymnast in shiny leotards, my confident hula-hooping girl, my young teenager who rhapsodized about…

Creative Nonfiction | December 2015 | By Nancy McCabe


Dear Quiche, I’d Like an Apology

My husband shook his head. What the manager didn’t know was that Ron craved the feeling of catching someone in a lie more than any other high in the world.…

Fiction | December 2015 | By Windy Lynn Harris


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