Anne Burt

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Anne Burt

I'm the editor of the essay collection <b><a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.amazon.com/Father-Married-Your-Mother-Dispatches/dp/0393329836/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2/104-9794122-2586329?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1181389166&amp;sr=1-2" target="_blank">My Father Married Your Mother: Dispatches from the Blended Family</a></b> (W.W. Norton and Co.) and co-editor, with Christina Baker Kline, of the forthcoming essay collection &quot;About Face: 25 Women Look in the Mirror and Write about What They See&quot; (Seal Press, Spring 2008). My own essays and fiction have appeared in publications including Working Mother, Salon.com, The Christian Science Monitor and in lots of anthologies, and I've been a commentator for NPR's All Things Considered and Talk of the Nation. I've appeared on The Today Show twice to talk about stepfamilies. I live in New Jersey with my husband, daughter, and stepdaughter.

Stories by Anne Burt

I meant to write something deep this month. Really, I had all of these ideas about my daughter’s growing sense of her own family history,...
Like most mothers, I want my daughter to see the world. I’ve always dreamed she would spread her wings, experience different cultures and...
My husband and I bought our oversize, blue-and-white French-country print sofa when I was eight months pregnant and forgot that I wouldn’t...
This is a holiday tale about every other holiday. Stepparents have to think in terms of “every other”: if your children have ten more...
The setting is classic: a perfect fall Saturday morning, sunny but breezy. The field behind the elementary school is ablaze with yellow, green, blue...
This summer I had to do something that went against one of my most dearly held desires: I asked my ex-husband if he could pay for the full cost of...
I’m lost in a sea of pink, purple, and sparkles, dizzied by carousels replete with tiny midriff shirts and mini-skirts instead of carved horses...
The first extended family gathering to which I brought D., my soon-to-be-stepdaughter, was so large it required renting a conference room in a...
The summer my daughter was three, she developed a debilitating fear of wicked witches. Bedtime became a nightly quest to banish possible witches from...