That line from Jane Austen’s Mansfield Park is the first of a number of quotations that I use to augment my essay, “My Quarrel with Grieving,” which was published in the Winter 2015 issue of Permafrost. Here’s the link.
This is my take on a difficult topic. Ruminating, researching and writing this piece turned out to be it’s own reward in that I solidified some of my thinking during the process. Still, it was gratifying to see it published in the 37th volume of the farthest north literary journal in the U.S.
Lest you think I’m slighting my number one source of quotes and inspiration, Virginia Woolf–no stranger to grief–is an integral part.
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Alice, You are the most layered onion I have ever known… amazing to get to know you layer by intriguing layer. This piece was so hard for me…probably i am finding too much that speaks to my experience as well…any how..you are so incredibly insightful and I am finding it difficult to say how much this piece means to me. You simply amaze me…no wait….YOU ARE SIMPLY AMAZING!!!!
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