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Editor's Note

Editor's Note

Turning the garden, not with a tiller but a shovel — the plot is small enough and besides, we wanted this intimacy, with the earth and between ourselves, reenacting an ancient ritual, digging up buried memories along with the clods .

Editor's Note

Walking barefoot yesterday over ground that kept changing — no sandals smoothing it out, mediating between me and the rough body of the Mother, crunchy gravel, or the soft grasses and wet leaves, or the Mother’s sting, a sharp thorn, the pain unarguable and immediate.

Editor's Note

My eyeglasses broke last week and for three days, while waiting for new ones, I had to wear my sunglasses.

I’ve worn eyeglasses since I was eleven — I’m too nearsighted to do much without them — but rarely sunglasses, preferring the glare to the lie. Yet for three days I looked and felt like someone on drugs, narcotized to harsh extremes, safe from the light: I hated it.