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Middle Path Mother Mondays

Thrilling news, everyone... Are you sitting down? Okay, here goes...

Middle Path Mother posts will now come to you on the first Monday of each month (instead of the first Friday). Middle Path Mother Mondays, now with much more amazing alliteration!

The Magic Nutshell opens just twice per month, once to bestow the nutty wisdom of a working/writing mommy, and once (on a surprise day) to bestow the nutty wisdom of a working/mommying writer. Ancient and medieval perspectives on both parenting and storytelling are garnished liberally throughout.

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A Writer's Prayer to the Hours

Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours,
Fair Venus' train, appear,
Disclose the long-expecting flowers,
And wake the purple year!
The Attic warbler pours her throat,
Responsive to the cuckoo's note,
The untaught harmony of spring:
While, whisp'ring pleasure as they fly,
Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky
Their gathered fragrance fling.
"Ode on the Spring" by Thomas Gray (1716-1771)

Oh, those frolicsome maidens with their butterfly wings! They tantalize me in the purpleness of the year. They dance and flutter on the drafts that sneak between commutes, work in the office and at home, toddler bubble baths, mealtimes, stretches of exhausted sleep wedged between the days, and neverending chores and home repairs without a single animal helper.

My writers' prayers at this season of the year--and this season of my life--is to the Hours and not the Muses. Though the latter claim most writers' prayers, I have nothing to say to the Muses right now. The Muses leave…

The Love Howl of the Wolf Mother

"Don't say 'big, bad,'" my three-year-old daughter Nux Gallica tells me when I read her bedtime stories. "Just say 'the wolf.'" When groups of wolves appear on the page (usually in a sinister context), she makes up individual characteristics for them. "This is the mama wolf, this is the sister, and this is the auntie. And this one is thirsty for a drink of water."

I am proud of Nux's wisdom and grateful that she doesn't buy into stereotypes so easily. Because I, myself, am a Wolf Mother. We Wolf Mothers are deeply fulfilled by parenting and strongly engaged with our children, but our passionate immersion in motherhood has the tendency to isolate us from many people who filled our lives in the years BC (Before Child). So I want to send out a howl of love to all those I treasure from a distance while I lie low in the den of early-years motherhood. 

We Wolf Mothers are deeply instinctual. We are dependent on our mates and packs,…