Literary Reflections

In this month’s column, we suggest titles that both highlight the concept of the modern father as well as those that have helped us understand and write about our own…

She agonizes daily over things real and imagined: her parents’ bickering, her father’s unrealized dreams as an artist, her mother’s news that she’s pregnant with a baby whom Ramona worries…

We watched Harry grow up and as he did, he discovered something powerful, something deep inside himself.

Cheryl Strayed writes about being embarrassed by her mother’s favorite book, The Novel, in her book, Wild. She later realizes the error in her thinking and becomes ashamed of her own thoughts, that her reading…

Now the daughters have fled to their own faraway lives but their shadows hover. They fall onto the page like old friends, like familiar demons. They carry different weight. They…

I believe a writer is someone who can’t not write. She may stop writing for a while, either voluntarily or involuntarily, but she will always have to return to it,…

April is a month to celebrate poetry—not just the nursery rhymes that we recite for our toddlers, nor the poems that older children bring home from school to memorize.

I am terrifically proud of my little reader. Other, unexpected feelings are at play, however. Becoming a mother has introduced—and reintroduced—a range of emotions which often leave me befuddled.

When my daughter asked through the computer screen if she was pretty, I heard the response in my head, Why do you want to be pretty? I was asking the…

Our reading lists at Literary Mama have often featured biographies, autobiographies, memoirs, and fictionalized lives of real women. This month, we focus exclusively on that literary category.

For now, we remain a collective hodgepodge of mother writers meeting late at night, or sometimes early in the morning. Stealing hours, sometimes under covers, sometimes in our basements, in…