Writer, interrupted

This essay is a microcosm reflection on how my writing life has changed since I became a mom, including whining about never wanting a kid in the first place and how having one maybe makes me a better writer. I wrote this for an award application,  and it appears here unedited (with a note). I wanted to share because, well, that’s just the kind of guy I am.

I broke my mother’s heart, not for the first time, when I was twenty-eight and told her that she’d better put all her grandma-hope eggs i...