ARRIVING HOME
What I found myself worrying about often in the years before becoming a mother was that motherhood would draw me far away from myself. But the most pleasant gift the experience has given me has been arriving home.
Lately, I’ve made a point to take my walks around the neighborhood during golden hour, when the brightest leaves glow as they twirl off from their branches. I would never forgive myself if I let a season go by without making a point to experience this magic. That’s the beauty of this season, I think. Its magic feels urgent.
Read MoreWriters are introspective background lurkers. We’re curious listeners and ponderous observers. We’d climb on rooftops to observe through skylight windows, like Harriet, or visit Linda Kasabian in prison, like Didion. Let Me Tell You What I Mean is another example of Joan Didion’s brilliance in telling stories through remoteness, and her mastery of observance.
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