Mama, Look at Me Mon Jan 16 2017
My body is there with my children, but my mind is full of my own things: who needs to be where, when, and what needs to happen in order for that to occur, what I can cook for dinner that everyone will eat without complaining, a half-thought I want to remember to write down and expand into an essay. I look at him but don’t watch him closely. read this article #parenting#mothers#LookAtMe#HuffPost
Listen to Lara Lillibridge discuss Mama, Mama, Only Mama with Charlene Jones Mon Jun 17 2019
Listen to Lara Lillibridge discuss Mama, Mama, Only Mama with Charlene Jones on the Soul Sciences podcast view at soulsciences2019 #SoulSciences#Podcast#MamaMamaOnlyMama
Mama, Mama, Only Mama! Lara Lillibridge Discusses Book 2 Tue Jul 31 2018
Being a single mother means finding out you are stronger than you ever knew was possible. view at thedebutanteball #DebutanteBall#Book2#OnlyMama
Book Review: Mama, Mama, Only Mama: A Single Mom on Parenting, Divorce, Dating, and Cooking, with Heavy Doses of Humor and Advice Wed Jun 05 2019
It’s funny, real, and while it applies most to single moms and dating it has so much for any mom to relate to. view at smroffey #MamaMamaOnlyMama#Review#SMRoffey
Kirkus Review of Mama, Mama, Only Mama Wed May 15 2019
"A frank and valuable remembrance, and a good coping manual for parents." Kirkus Reviews view at kirkusreviews #MamaMamaOnlyMama#Kirkus
Feminist Mama Manifesto Thu Oct 02 2014
I wanted to be a prostitute for Halloween. My mother wouldn’t let me. I wanted to be a cheerleader. My mother wouldn’t let me. My mother only allowed gender neutral toys to cross my path until I wrapped up a bag of kitty litter in my blanket and rocked to it and sang it lullabies. Then she gave in. view at huffingtonpost #huffPost#feminism
Meet Our Memoirists Interview on Moving Forewords Wed May 08 2019
Melanie Brooks interviews me about writing and the release of Mama, Mama, Only, Mama for the memoirist collective, Moving Forewords. view at youtube #MovingForewords#MeetTheMemoirists
On Feminism: But I Like Being a Girl Tue Dec 23 2014
I sent my half-sister a link to my Feminist Mama Manifesto, which I posted a few weeks ago and her response was, “I’m proud of you, but I like being a girl.” view at huffingtonpost #HuffPost#feminism
The Joy of Losing Wed May 14 2014
It's baseball season again. Because I have more enthusiasm than self-preservation, I signed Big Pants up for travel baseball. Because, yay, baseball! read this article #OnlyMama#sports
My Child Has Been Eaten by Aliens Mon Nov 24 2014
My kid has obviously been eaten by an alien and replaced with a really convincing replica.
Nothing else makes sense. I didn't notice anything unusual until Friday. The new boy looked just like Big Pants. He sounded like Big Pants. He even fought with his brother and pouted just like Big Pants. read this article #humor#parenting#OnlyMama
Defying the Manifesto Wed Feb 06 2013
As a child I made mental notes of all the ways I thought my parents or teachers were screwing up and vowed never to do those things when I got to reign superior over children of my own. As an adult, I have gained an understanding about a lot of things my mother did or didn't do, and nothing has made me understand her more than having my own kids. read this article #Parenting#OnlyMama#humor#Fail
Know the Mother by Desiree Cooper Wed Jul 13 2016
There is no better time for flash fiction than the summer. In between corralling children to sporting events, the beach, and various summer destinations, flash or micro fiction gives a respite, like a lick of ice cream. It is easier to deal with repetitive, “Mama, look at me!” requests when one is still pondering the after-glow of a good story, and each piece’s short duration (1-9 pages each) allows Know the Mother to slide easily into a busy schedule. view at momeggreview #BookReview#mothers#feminism
Sometimes Time Spent Not Writing is Necessary Tue Mar 20 2018
For about two years, I couldn’t bring myself to write much of anything besides text messages and Facebook posts. You could say I was journaling, except the receptacle wasn’t a Word file but a cell phone, and most of the words I wrote were lost as I broke cell phone after cell phone—a total of six in my first year as a single mama. view at thedebutanteball #DebutanteBall#WritingLife#NotWriting
Card Night Sat Apr 01 2017
We played cards, using nails instead of pennies to place our bets. We called the box of nails “our nail collection” as if it were something special, searched for, and discovered like jewels from a sunken pirate ship. In the one-pound box of nails—galvanized, roofing—there were two we most coveted: one stubby runt-nail, and one extra-long one. I think we all like the shortest nail best. read this article #smallMoments#parenting#lessons