About the Editor
Marjorie Tesser is the author of
THE IMPORTANT THING IS...(Firewheel Editions 2010), the 2009 Firewheel Chapbook Award Winner. http://firewheel-editions.org
Another chapbook, The Magic Feather, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.
She co-edits Bowery Books with Bob Holman.
The Mom Egg
is engaged in promoting and celebrating the creative force of mother artists, and in expanding the opportunities for mothers, women, and artists.
The Mom Egg
publishes work by mothers about everything
and by everyone about mothers and motherhood.
History of The Mom Egg
The Mom Egg was founded in 2003 by Joy Rose, as the official literary magazine of Mamapalooza, an annual festival for mother-artists. At that time, it consisted of a few photocopied and stapled sheets of poems and lyrics. Alana Ruben Free, a poet and playwright, took the helm as editor, a post she held through 2008; Marjorie Tesser joined as an editor in 2006.
The Mom Egg evolved into a perfect-bound paperback independent literary journal, an annual collection of poetry, fiction, creative prose, and visual art.
The Mom Egg is grateful to Mamapalooza, to The Motherhood Foundation and to NYSCA and CLMP for assistance and support, and to the creative staff of Apple Palisades Center.
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The Mom Egg
Marjorie Tesser
Editor
Half-Shell Press
New York
Contact:themomegg@gmail.com
Alana Ruben Free,
Founding Editor
Joy Rose and Mamapalooza
Founding Publisher
The Mom Egg is a proud member of the Council of Literary Magazines and Presses (CLMP).
The Mom Egg is made possible with a regrant from the Council of Literary Magazines and Presses, supported by public funds from the New York State Council on the Arts, a state agency.
What’s in a name?
As every mother considering What To Name the Baby knows, names matter. They resonate, they project, they herald, they evoke. They are subject to personal and societal associations: I could no easier have named my child Eugene, because of the freckled brat in my fourth-grade class, than Adolf or Idi. The summer I was fourteen, I’d insisted that everyone call me Mia; when they complied, I felt myself infinitely more ethereal than prosaic Marjorie. For us as writers, words are inherently important. They are our palette and our currency, the way we frame and define and color the world.
When I tell people I edit a journal called The Mom Egg, I get one of two reactions: “huh?” or “the what?” The title is quirky and unexpected. It does not roll easily off the tongue, either slurring together to form themomegg (an omelette?) or requiring a full stop after each word. The. Mom. Egg. Pretty much no one gets it....(read more).
