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Showing posts with label Terry Tempest Williams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Terry Tempest Williams. Show all posts
Thursday, November 12, 2015

Incantation

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Oliver, my darling number three ... isn't that the conceit of mothers -- that we conceal our youth and exist only for our childr...
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Saturday, May 9, 2015

Remembering When I Was a Bird

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It is the province of mothers to preserve the myth that we are unburdened with our own problems. Placed in a circle of immunity, w...
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