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Freedom, She Is a Girl

Last week, driving the Little Guy to school on a bitterly cold morning, I was stuck in traffic and still bundled in my hat and mittens when I saw a girl flash by on a bike. Wearing nothing but jeans and a white t-shirt, with two long black pigtails flying behind her, she stood on the pedals and weaved through the cars, then flew up and over a grassy hill. Watching her fly, stuck in the smoky exhaust of a winter traffic jam, I wanted to be her. I looked at the hill for a long time after she disappeared.

Book Review: Literary Mama

Welcome to the latest stop on the Blogging Book Tour for Literary Mama: Reading for the Maternally Inclined.

"What?" you might ask. "I thought Literary Mama was a Web site!" And indeed it is. But it is also now a book, a collection of the best essays culled from the Web site. And they are truly, truly fab.

Many, many books line the walls of MomBrain's home. But only a few have many, many passages underlined, and this is one of them. I couldn't help myself. So much of it spoke to my experiences as a mother and a writer that the old purple pen got quite a workout.

I <heart> this book. It's an amazing combination of humor, grief and grace that had me alternately weeping and smiling. Love it, love it, love it.