SELECTED WRITING & Interviews

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"For if one purpose of writing is to cast new light on shared experiences, then caregivers who read—all sixty-three million of us in the United States who are living with kids under the age of eighteen—need caregivers who write."

"'But you’re right that there is a special poison for mother writers. They are judged as mothers as opposed to by their craft.'"

"'Being by the sea is like that for me, as if, at any moment, I fall into a memory of standing by the sea I knew as a child.'"

"My own weights rattle dully like gastroliths at the bottom of a glass jar."

"That the world might notice the frayed threads at her thigh, and what if clothes still speak even when we don’t think they should. What then."

"Her hand brushed against my back, and it sounded like a grass broom against a worn, wooden floor."

"But rather the almost invisible color of high cirrus clouds feathering the last rays of the sun, the secret twist of the conch washed ashore then back out to sea with the tide."

"Somewhere on this canvas of brooding green, coral, and black hide my sister’s small fingerprints. Her imprints recollect the viscosity of the oil paint, how it beckoned."

"In so many ways, we are discouraged from bridging the space between one another, and it breaks my heart."

"We sit alone in a room, talking to no one, getting up for no one, responding to no one, and we read and write and send emails and remember who we were before we were told to shelter in place five weeks ago."