Every year Lilith receives hundreds of unsolicited manuscripts whch teach us invaluably about the cultural moment, about what’s on the fine minds — and in the discerning hearts — of Jewish women. The late ‘80s saw an influx of “Bubbie and Me” memoirs, for example, and the early ‘90s a flood of Holocaust autobiography. Of late we’re experiencing a heavy volume, as they say when they put you on hold, of daughters writing about their mothers. Unlike the “Bubbie and Me” stories that were motivated by unconditional love, these essays are often the stuff of criticism and anguish. We started to feel that a Jaws of Life was in order to separate us from our mothers.