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how a bird carries in its being nest / carries tree carries light into blue into sky, every name for home

In my experience, the maternal-child relationship distills the truth of human relationships in general: they are messy and complicated at the same time as being incredibly rewarding.

I write not for the people I love or for any abstract public or judge, but for myself

My love surrounds, infiltrates, permeates. It needs no witnessing to be understood as utterly true, self-evident. Like gravity.

Some people do not like olives. They just don’t. And nothing is going to change that, no matter how needy and worthy those olives are.

But there was no leaving me to silently watch the rise and fall of his chest. The voices weren’t going away. They were impossible to ignore.

We are passionate about removing the target from female bodies.

“My daughter learned to walk in a homeless shelter.” This is the stark, opening line of Stephanie Land’s memoir, Maid

This lovely collection of writings and illustrations, skillfully edited by Epp Buller and Reeve, critiques the status of mother artists in mainstream cultural institutions.

Adult Conversation offers an up-close encounter with a woman balancing the realistic pushes and pulls of modern motherhood, who gets a chance to take her readers on an entertaining and hilarious adventure

The Wolf Tone is a deft portrayal of the complexities of motherhood, especially for women with creative aspirations