MOTHER letter
I’m an online misfit when it comes to self-disclosure. Sharing works in progress, sketches and half-formed ideas, not to mention my real name, has all the appeal of walking the plank naked (now I’ve turned creative anxiety into a porn scenario). But I like it when other people do it, and I recognize the disconnect … Continue reading
Viewing motherhood
I am a daughter, but not a mother. Dorothea Lange’s famously photographed migrant mother had seven children at the age I have none. What I guess is this: once you become a mother, you cannot be impartial, observing life without participating. You are vested, primal. Writer Sarah Black describes a mother’s transformed gloss on reality … Continue reading
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