Someone recently asked me if I had any trouble writing about motherhood. Quite the opposite. I find I can’t write about anything else, even when I try. Last semester I wrote an essay that I SWORE was about a dead possum, but then I turned it into workshop and my classmates–clever writers and editors that they are–helped me see that it was really about babies.
Yesterday, I published the first of writing projects. This one is not about dead possums. It’s about the Kafkaesque universe in which many of us queer families live, a world of competing legal identities and responsibilities.
The essay is called “The Bureaucracy of Us” and it was published in The New Inquiry. I have another essay coming out soon about a similar subject. It’s called “How to Unmarry Your Wife.” I’ll let you all know when it goes live.