Annie Dillard, Azzy, and Me: On Motherhood and Loss
“I was left dazed and sad and missing my cat while tending to a newborn.”
The Abundance: Narrative Essays Old and New
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
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“My former home office, with its glorious door separating it from our bedroom, is now our son’s domain.”
“It is a bewildering and lonely thing to be so attached to another human and also feel so adrift and so alone.”
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Fitzgerald was ground down, I imagine, consumed by how to take care of her family. This didn’t make her any less the thinker, writer, reader, that she was.
I go to Japan, pulled like a magnet, to see what is mine, undiscovered or forgotten; to see what will never be mine; and to find some way to reconcile the two.