The Productive Artist-Mother
How becoming a parent helped me set more reasonable creative goals.
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“My former home office, with its glorious door separating it from our bedroom, is now our son’s domain.”
“It is a bewildering and lonely thing to be so attached to another human and also feel so adrift and so alone.”
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I grew up with food stamps, latchkeys, Lee jeans from an outlet, Campbell’s soup, three deadbeat dads, and a mother who wrote letters to a TV evangelist praying for a husband.
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