It is hard to believe Literary Mama has been publishing writing about motherhood for twenty years. We have been fortunate to continue to thrive thanks to two decades worth of women dedicating their time in the midst of having babies, raising children, establishing careers, and maintaining or ending marriages. 110 women, to be exact.
This year for Giving Tuesday, we are asking for your help in supporting our anthology project. Whether you’re new to Literary Mama, or have been a longtime reader, we hope that you find value and enjoyment in the journal and will find more to appreciate in our forthcoming anthology.
What I know after nearly ten years is that Literary Mama is in itself a gem. As you spin it slowly in the sunshine, it sparkles and shifts, and some new facet is revealed with each new poem, essay, story, review, or profile we publish, with each new editor who shines their own light upon it.
So much of our anxiety stems from love, and the desire to be the scaffolding for the lives of those we love. But I want to remind us that we, as mothers, are also finite. We cannot hold up the world indefinitely without it breaking our backs.