The Obscure Word That Helped Novelist Jesmyn Ward Process Her Grief
When I buried my father, a man who bequeathed me his entire face but very little of his time, I turned to words from Jesmyn Ward. I didn’t feel appropriately shaken, and certainly this was a problem. By my late 20s, half my family spanning four generations were dead, each person lost to some calamity […]
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Mother Jones
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