Dan Chaisson’s review of Louise Gluck’s new book is a good piece that finds a great passage, true for just about any blogger, myself included.
My mother and father stood in the cold
on the front steps. My mother stared at me,
a daughter, a fellow female.
You never think of us, she said.We read your books when they reach heaven.
Hardly a mention of us anymore, hardly a mention of your sister.
Then later:
I write about you all the time, I said aloud.
Every time I say “I,” it refers to you.