“I remember holding my face to the wind when Katharine died, feeling the air, the coolness and fluidity, the urgency. Every day, wind in my face, capturing my attention in some fundamentally new way. I was aware of breath, of… — Random House Canada Copy Share Image
“I was acutely aware of her dying, so much so that it seemed to me the air itself was dangerous to breathe, for each… — Random House Canada Copy Share Image
“I remember holding my face to the wind when Katharine died, feeling the air, the coolness and fluidity, the urgency. Every day, wind in… — Random House Canada Copy Share Image
“It struck me again how powerful and raw our experiences around death are, how carefully we keep them concealed and yet how close to… — Random House Canada Copy Share Image
“Families shelter their knowledge, keeping it safe and beloved like a delicate heirloom, away from the careless stomping of strangers.” — Random House Canada Copy Share Image
