The Milk of Female Kindness

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Back in late spring I was con­tact­ed by Kasia James. She hon­ored me with an invi­ta­tion to con­tribute in an anthol­o­gy about moth­er­hood. Being both a moth­er and a writer, of course I accept­ed. The anthol­o­gy is slat­ed to be com­plet­ed and ready to go by the begin­ning of the new year, if mem­o­ry serves, and will be avail­able in both paper­back and ebook for­mats.

My chil­dren are ages 22, 20, and 12 and they make me hap­pi­er than any­thing or any­one in this world. They are bril­liant, artis­tic, wise, fun­ny, and a joy to hang with. Peo­ple tell me that my chil­dren are such fan­tas­tic human beings because I have been such a won­der­ful moth­er to them. I say the truth is the oppo­site. I am a won­der­ful moth­er because I’ve been blessed with three chil­dren who are among the most stel­lar human beings that I know. I’ve learned far more from them than they have ever learned from me.

Okay, enough gush­ing.

Kasia, our con­tribut­ing edi­tor, has just revealed the cov­er of our sweet lit­tle anthol­o­gy and I want­ed to share it with you all.