Why are all the motherhood memoirs so white? | Huma Qureshi
It’s a naturally inclusive experience, yet books on the subject by women of colour are hard to find
I am more than a little obsessed with reading memoirs about motherhood. It is not inexplicable, for I have three young children of my own, aged five and under. In this intense period of parenting, whereby my tired head spins sometimes from simply trying to remember to call the right one by the right name and endlessly loading the washing machine, reading these individual experiences of mothers has helped me feel less alone. Less afraid.
I’ve been spoilt for choice – you can’t help but browse a bookstore without stumbling upon yet another first-person account of motherhood. In the last year especially, motherhood memoirs have as thrillers with the word “Girl” in the title once were. I’ve certainly noticed, and
