Writing

Last month, we invited readers to share responses to a writing prompt inspired by Wendy Gordon’s essay “An Unsettled Mother in an Unsettled World” and Kelli Zaytoun’s essay, “Bearing the Body in Paradox.” We asked readers to tell us how contradictions inform their stories and their lives. Here is Lorisha Adams’ response.

Last month, we invited readers to share their response to a writing prompt inspired by Ruth Dawkins’ essay, “Confessions of a Diary Writer” and Billie Hinton’s essay, “The Great Height and the Long View.” We asked readers to tell us how they recorded your memories from your childhood, adolescence, or adulthood and how that influences the stories their children tell. Here is Alzala Singleton’s response.

Last month, we invited readers to share their response to a writing prompt inspired by Sarah Curtis Graziano’s essay, “Why We Still Need Ramona’s Realism” and Erika D. Walker’s essay, “Farewell to the Boy Wizard.” We asked readers to tell us how children’s literature influenced their parenting. Here is Loren Lemmon’s response.

Last month, we invited readers to share their response to a writing prompt inspired by Sarah Curtis Graziano’s essay, “Why We Still Need Ramona’s Realism” and Erika D. Walker’s essay, “Farewell to the Boy Wizard.” We asked readers to tell us how children’s literature influenced their parenting. Here is Kristin Wagner’s response.

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To find a tribe of like-minded women, I fled to essays, which provided me with the support I needed and helped me to hone my skills as a writer.

When I can let her be who she was meant to be, we all function together like a well-oiled machine. We can live and breathe together as a family.

When I write, I dive deep and find not only compassion for my boys, but for myself as well.

My son demonstrates to me time and time again, that you can take pleasure in simply giving something a shot.

My children taught me that caring for myself matters for all my other relationships.

I can’t remember the exact moment when I started writing again, but I know that it opened the clouds a little.