A Year in Reading: Lidia Yuknavitch
These are the books that left me breathless and alive, reminding me that we must endure, go on, spend every last bit of energy working against the grain of forces that might silence us.
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There Is No Map for Grief: On the Work of Art
When my daughter died in the belly world of me, I became a writer -- so that all the words that cannot name grief, all the words threatening to erupt from my belly and uterus did not explode up and through my skull and face and shatter the very world and sky.
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