The writer-parent life can feel like trying to do ballet on a broken ankle in a bog.
We must marshal creativity, time, and funds like any other writer, all while feeding hungry mouths, cleaning up bodily goo, and pretending to be a tree. Or a squirrel. Or Maleficent.
But if we’re not going to quit writing—and since the hope and prayer is we’re parents for life—what other choice is there but to try our best to do both?
Read on for inspiration and tips on how we can survive (and thrive!) as writer-parents.
Redefining Sexy
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about motherhood and sexuality. How they inform one another, how they can feel at odds. How mothers can embrace their sexuality in a world that values glittery youth and tight skin—and women who don’t walk around with spit up on their shirts.