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The Good Writing Experiment

As you may have noticed, this blog has been dormant for many months. I’ve taken a break from The Momoir Project, from teaching and writing about motherhood to focus on other things. (More on that later.) After five years of teaching and editing your beautiful stories, I needed a break. I needed to refuel, and to reimagine this space and what it could be. I needed to step away and just think. You know that...

Go Away – Come Here

By Eileen Palma The first day of grade one, a seasoned mom introduced herself and asked the inevitable, “Do you have any more kids?” I shook my head and said, “Molly is my oldest, middle and youngest all in one.” We were newbies to suburbia and the other mom took pity on me and invited Molly and I over for banana bread and Barbies. My daughter asked, “Do I have to bring my mom?” We were barely out the...

Travel, blogging and writing: A Q&A with the Globetrotting Mama

Heather Greenwood Davis is an award-winning travel writer and the founder of Globetrotting Mama, a blog she created in 2010 that has since gone on to be featured in National Geographic and Oprah. Here’s a Q&A with her about blogging and making a living and her passion for writing and traveling. 1. When, how and why did you start your blog?  I started the blog in 2010. It was about a year before we were...

Perceptions of Exhaustion

By Anna Birmingham The house is dark and quiet save for a soft orange glow emanating from an upstairs skylight.  I wearily drag my suitcase up the front steps, searching blindly for the keys in my bottomless pit of a bag. I push open the door and plod in, sitting heavily on the bottom step to pull off my shoes.  My body creaks as the floor boards do, and I wonder if it’s loud enough to wake the kids. I’ve...

Not Pretty: What Girls Think about their Bodies – and Ours

by Maia Gibb The day my daughter started kindergarten, I thought I did a pretty good job of holding it together while she put on her new dress, tied her own shoes and packed her lunch from the ingredients I laid out for her on the kitchen counter. During the walk to school, she held my hand. She held it a little tighter as we pushed our way into the classroom. She looked so small and vulnerable jostling for...

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