Daughters of Mama Writers

In 1995, I heard the question over and over, like a wave crashing down every time a breath is needed: “What will you do with an English degree?” The prospect of life beyond the safety of school was scary enough without the incessant questioning.  I purchased a t-shirt for myself that summed up how I […]

When I was younger, a stubborn fifth-grader schooler, I would dread The RedPen. The Red Pen would come out on every essay I wrote for school, every short story Iconjured, and every poem I playfully typed up. After marking my paper with long swathsof red ballpoint gel, my mom would smile at me earnestly and […]