So beautifully you show that bewilderment at the gone-ness of a loved one, how it seems they just have to still be there: "I kept thinking that Nancy might be around the corner somewhere, in another room filled with light still inside the house." Thank you as always.
" to be forgiven as often as we can for our failings and our inconsistencies " and yet to carry all those people (in their glory!) in our arms as the the trees carry their fallen neighboring trees. The work of many mothers and fathers is entwined in our lives. thanks
Thank you for this beautiful essay Devin. You get to the essence of things. Much appreciated. Yours, Dorianne
So beautifully you show that bewilderment at the gone-ness of a loved one, how it seems they just have to still be there: "I kept thinking that Nancy might be around the corner somewhere, in another room filled with light still inside the house." Thank you as always.
" to be forgiven as often as we can for our failings and our inconsistencies " and yet to carry all those people (in their glory!) in our arms as the the trees carry their fallen neighboring trees. The work of many mothers and fathers is entwined in our lives. thanks
Thank you so much for this splendid introduction to Dorianne Laux on Mother's Day. Grateful for your insights.