These past few months the theme of motherhood emerged strongly in many of my reading titles. Olga Ravn’s My Work (2023, translated by Sophia Hersi Smith and Jennifer Russell); Kate Zambreno’s To Write As if Already Dead (2021); Jessica Au’s Cold Enough for Snow (2022); Eva Balastar’s Boulder (2020) all found in different weeks and times, creating a smorgasbord for the senses. These works explore the complexities, horrors and myriad unsaid travesties of motherhood, musing, deflecting and eventually burying themselves into the real work that goes on behind nursing a child. As I ached, cried and worried my way through their pages, I thought it a salient idea to put my afterthoughts to page. Here they are and I hope you find some meaning in them.