“And Lord did I push, for thee more hours I pushed, I pushed so hard I shat, Pushed so hard blood vessels burst in my neck and in my chest, pushed so hard my asshole turned inside-out like a rosebud.” — Beth Ann Fennelly Copy Share Image
“And Lord did I push, for thee more hours I pushed, I pushed so hard I shat, Pushed so hard blood vessels burst in… — Beth Ann Fennelly Copy Share Image
“But remember that reading provides nourishment for hungers we might not even be aware of. How often have I chosen a book at random… — Beth Ann Fennelly Copy Share Image
“Do you remember in How the Grinch Stole Christmas! when the Grinch is alone on the mountain after plundering the Christmas of the Whos… — Beth Ann Fennelly Copy Share Image
“She reads his poems gratefully in her small Mississippi town. It's an undramatic life, yet these past months she seems to have found the… — Beth Ann Fennelly Copy Share Image
“But the process of birthing Claire changed what I wanted to write about. It left me feeling betrayed that I'd been unprepared for the… — Beth Ann Fennelly Copy Share Image
“I stopped trying to rank sorrow, realized that the world has sorrow enough for all of us, and when some of it falls to… — Beth Ann Fennelly Copy Share Image
