My mother was not what anyone would call sweet, and she wasn't conventional. When my brother couldn't find his shoes one morning,… — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
I'm not confident, and yet I'm oddly confident. You have to have a certain amount of ego to be a writer in… — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
Not one day of my mother's adult life passed without some critical demand on her maternal role, without some urgent response from… — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
Though my grandmother had picked up modern ideas in America, she still had some conflicting 19th-century Irish notions. She believed that daughters, educated though… — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
We always think, 'Well, for a person who's blind, it must be an amazing, joyful miracle if by some chance their sight is restored… — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
It's rare that I'm able to get to my desk in the morning without stopping halfway there, turning around, and going in the opposite… — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
I am like a security camera ever on the watch. The furtive quality of vision feels to me like an incredibly valuable weapon. Everything… — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
My mother had seven children in seven years. No twins. She also had a three-legged beagle who was compelled to bite strangers, a freakishly… — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
When sighted people cover their eyes or find themselves in a dark place, this is something that's very terrifying for us. And so in… — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
If one person in a group of ten is missing the tip of his little finger, I will notice it almost immediately. This extreme… — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
In 'A Likely Story,' I wanted to recreate the events, the mood, and the imagery of my life as a teenager. I was thirty-seven… — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
When I was a senior in high school, I went to Ireland to study Irish Gaelic. And after one semester at Trinity College, I… — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
Sight is a slick and overbearing autocrat, trumpeting its prodigal knowledge and perceptions so forcefully that it drowns out the other, subtler senses. — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
My mother had faith in me, had more faith in me than I had in myself, and knowing that she did made me try… — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
I grew up in New England at the edge of the Atlantic and have for many years been an avid rower. I've rowed in… — Rosemary Mahoney Copy Share Image
