Writing at the Table, a blog about the often foolhardy but life-affirming tasks of being a writer and mother.
Or is it mother and writer? Writing mother? Mothering writer?
For a while I tried to compartmentalize these elements of myself, draw lines in the sand, but the truth is, when it comes to having a family and being a writer, and perhaps more pointedly, being a mother and writer, there are no distinct lines (although there is, on occasion, a lot of sand).
Playwright, poet, essayist, and mother of three Sarah Ruhl sums it up efficiently and elegantly:
“I found that life intruding on writing was, in fact, life. And that, tempting as it may be for a writer who is also a parent, one must not think of life as an intrusion. At the end of the day, writing has very little to do with writing, and much to do with life.”
– from 100 Essays I Don’t Have Time to Write