“Mommy, you’re a hippo.” “I’m a what?! Why?!” “You’re a mommy hippo. Because I want to be a baby hippo.” “Oh.” “I’m a baby hippo, but I’m also Denzel.” “So like a baby hippo whose name is Denzel?” “No, sometimes I’m a baby hippo, other times I’m Denzel.” “OK.” “Mommy, you’re also a baby strawberry.”Continue reading ““Do Marines like cake?” “Does God have a butt?” Conversations with a five-year-old”
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Why don’t you treat men this way? The false dichotomy of “mother vs. artist”
This post of on combining art and motherhood made the rounds this past winter. There were a lot of responses, public and private. Two of the more recent responses made me feel like revisiting the issue: 1. The Divided Heart is a more honest exploration of what it’s like to be a mother and an artist.Continue reading “Why don’t you treat men this way? The false dichotomy of “mother vs. artist””
I am not your monkey: on motherhood, art, and presumptuous bullshit
The other day it happened again. I was talking to a friend about the eternal issue of having kids/not having kids, when the friend said something like, “I guess I just care too much about art and changing society for the better. Who has time for that when they have a child?” **beat** “I mean,Continue reading “I am not your monkey: on motherhood, art, and presumptuous bullshit”
Temporary shelters
The snow falls silently on the graves of the people I love On the graves of the people I would have loved If given half a chance The sky above my house is made of remembrances of raven wings And amethyst The pear trees my dead grandfather planted Offer their bark up to be kissed.Continue reading “Temporary shelters”
That was a crazy game of poker
…Is how I’m going to sum up the last four years or so. It was funny and scary and cool. I became a playwright, and a mother, and I did a lot of journalism of the sort I’d always wanted to do, and I also did a lot of management that tested me in surprisingContinue reading “That was a crazy game of poker”
Natalia A. 