In “Little Finch” Christy Stillwell writes: “I thought about that bird, if there could be any resentment in her, any sense of loss for the freedom she had given up. Because there was for me. It was ‘t anything as strong as anger, just a mental pause, a bewildered question: Where will I write now? How will I find the time? Will it even matter?”
What questions have you asked about your own intersection of writing and mothering? What have been your meditations on them?