Tuesday, October 2, 2007 8:33:41PM
mom,
i am crying from your email. i read it out loud like a eulogy, because it is deserving of an audience who listens fiercely for the revival of wayward souls. i want to frame it in a watermark over a landscape, and tell my daughters that their grandma was a writer who wondered about everything. they will understand that you are strong and important, and they will try to live up to your name.
it shocks me to learn that we shared space yesterday in a calm and puzzling disquiet. i think that must mean something important that is just out of our reach.
i almost headed that email, "you will not understand any of this, and that will hurt me deeply". but i knew better.
tell me more about the autumn.
