I’m sure many of you have seen Kim Brooks’ article in NYMag, with the tagline, “Is domestic life the enemy of creative work?” I find it irksome. Here’s why. When I started this blog, I wanted to show that writing as a mother of young children is possible, and how. I have published three novels since, as well as birthed three children. Writing is a guerilla operation most days. I type on my phone through naps with a nursing baby. I give the children their own paper and pens to practice while I make notes on plot beside them. More than one of my manuscripts bears the marks of chocolate chip muffins and milk. I’m trying to combat the myth that one should only write…
writing, autism, & theology as a mother of joy
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My first high school chorus teacher, Mrs. Wright, told us that if we listened to recordings of Beethoven, we should listen to them loud. You can’t appreciate the passion and joy in his music without being immersed in it. I like to listen to chant the same way. If you sing chant, you know that it’s a full body experience. The harmonies zip through the vessels of the body faster than blood, telling each cell, “You were made for this.” Music shifts the barometric pressure in my soul. Today I participated in two very loud musical performances. The first was in my kitchen, surrounded by children. We plucked plastic coffee bottles from the recycling and made the room resound with rhythm. Over the steady beat,…
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