I grew up knowing my father was maybe a Gypsy, the kind that travelled around Ireland with beautiful spotted horses and painted caravan wagons. Or maybe my mother, like Janet of Carterhaugh, met Tam Lin in the forest and battled for him with the Queen of Fairies. The government told me she was 32, he […]
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Motherhood and Writing Life
The first two weeks of motherhood I said aloud, “I don’t want to be a mother anymore,” on a daily basis. With a chronic illness zapping my already sleep deprived body, I longed to write and make art. Almost two years into motherhood, I sacrifice my writing and visual art on a regular basis. It’s […]