When Women Were Birds by Terry Tempest Williams...
What does it mean to live past the age at which a loved one died? We are guided and shaped by the important people in our lives, both by their lives and by the confusion of losing them. In two years I will be 45, the age at which my late husband, the most profound influence on my adult life, passed on. Even now I wonder what it will mean to live past the age he attained. How do we grow beyond what our mentors could offer? I am not the only one to note the significance of an age. “I am fifty-four years old, the age my mother was when she died” begins Terry Tempest Williams in her new book, When Women Were Birds. Her mother had pointedly bequeathed her two shelves of...
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