Writing is Like Fishing

This week’s guest post in the Writing After Kids Series is by Andre Jackson, the father of four very intelligent children. He is also a twenty-year Active Duty Navy Veteran and finally a reader that loves to write and occasionally perform. He and I worked together for the 2007 National Poetry Slam in Austin, Texas. He was tireless, cheerful, [...]

Writing About Our Kids and Ex-Husbands

I still want to tell the truth as I know it. And I want to protect the feelings of my sons. I thought if I waited long enough, I could find that sweet spot where I could write honestly without hurting or embarrassing my sons. It doesn’t exist. Knowing that this piece will be posted online, I consider using a pseudonym to staunch the damage. Instead, I don’t mention my sons’ names and I refer to my ex as “L” – all very cryptic but probably pointless.

Mandatory Illumination

The following article is a guest post on Writing After Kids is from my longtime friend, Estelle Marchasin. She is a stay-at-home mother of two, and wife to one. She is developing her novel, The Lost Angels, with the help of published author and poet, Sharon Darrow.  She currently lives in New Jersey, but Taos, [...]

Getting Things Done

This month’s guest post is from Moira Muldoon. She and I met in grad school when we were both seeking our MFA’s in Creative Writing. Then we had kids around the same time. I asked her recently how she’s managing to make time for writing now that she’s a mom. I think you’ll appreciate what [...]

Writing with Children

By Kellie R. Stone
Before they publish our novels and we moms even think about hiring a personal assistant, and definitely before that plush private office, we endure writing with children. Now, let me clarify that statement; I don’t mean writing about children, or writing as they write with you; no, it’s much more complicated than [...]

Finding Myself, Again & Again

Today is Monday. For over a year, I spent almost every Monday night meeting with two other writers, one I’d been in grad school with when we were both pursuing our MFA’s in poetry and one my grad school buddy introduced me to at a local woman’s bookstore. We stopped meeting regularly last fall. I [...]