One of my friends from my MFA in Poetry days just started a beautiful blog, Better View of The Moon. I suppose it's not surprising that she takes the mundane things I yammer on about and turns them into something larger and more crafted, as she has continued to work her poetry through motherhood, moves, and job changes. Unlike her, I have made several halfhearted attempts at book manuscripts and stopped when the writing got difficult. She would say the problem is in my butt.
I almost wasn't going to share because I'm a little jealous. But her work is definitely worth reading, so I hope you will take a look. She writes about struggles I find familiar, like the impossibility of shopping for vintage clothes as a plus-sized woman:
And more writerly things, like the fact that literary magazines seem to think that motherhood is completely unworthy of poetry:
Mom stuff is woman stuff, and some people just don’t see the value in that—at home or in the workplace.In magazines more than in presses, I also see the problem of dilettantism—recent MFA grads who want to start a magazine and do so, plucking from the air a name composed of an adjective and noun (something like Embittered Radish or Woolen Toothpick or Paper Baby) and putting out six issues before calling it quits. Don’t let the name fool you; mom-poems have no place in Paper Baby.
Anyway, stop by and leave an encouraging comment if you enjoy her work. I'm pretty sure that you will.