What I’m Writing
“Do You Believe in Magic? On Allowing Fairy Stories to Awaken Us to Wonder” | Comment Magazine | August 2023
Thoughts on Fall | November 2023 (Illustration by Loré Pemberton)
What I’m Reading
Book Reviews
Search by Michelle Huneven: Click here to read my review
Drinking Games: A Memoir by Sarah Levy: Click here to read my review
Bomb Shelter: Love, Time, and Other Explosives by Mary Laura Philpott: Click here to read my review
March by Geraldine Brooks: Click here to read my review
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin: Click here to read my review
Everything Happens for a Reason (And Other Lies I’ve Loved) by Kate Bowler: Click here to read my review
Articles
“The Man Who Became Uncle Tom” by Clint Smith | The Atlantic | September 2023
“The Feminine Way to Wisdom” by David Brooks | Comment Magazine | August 2023
“Matthew Perry’s Radical Honesty About Addiction Helped Us All” by Sarah Hepola | Rolling Stone | October 2023
“What to Do with Climate Emotions” by Jia Tolentino | The New Yorker | July 2023
“How Millennials Grew Up and Got Old” by Anne Helen Petersen | Culture Study | October 2023
“American Teenagers on Mental Health, Growing Up, and How to Cope” by Jamie Ducharme and Robin Hammond | TIME | October 2023
The Book
Many of you know that November 22nd is a very meaningful day to me. It is the day Bessie died giving birth to a baby girl when she was just thirty-two – the same age I am today – as well as the day her granddaughter, my grandmother, Kathleen was born exactly twenty years later, on November 22, 1932.
Last year, the day took on new meaning as I finished the first draft of my book. It was also the day I found out I was pregnant with our daughter – another Kathleen.
Nine months later, our Kathleen (or “Kit”) made her arrival on my grandfather’s birthday, July 23rd. Bookended by the memory of these two special people, my nine months carrying Kit brought forth a piece of Heaven – a next chapter in a book that keeps going, year after year, even after we are gone.
Though my book is about Bessie, my grandparents were part of her story, just as Kit will be part of theirs. We tell our one long, interconnected story to remember and to bear witness – “to fill the silence that death imposes,” until it becomes a memory, a whisper, and then nothing at all.
“The past is never dead,” Faulkner tells us. At the end of the day, “it’s not even past.”