I just read your essay via Roxane Gay’s Audacity and I came here to mention how deeply it resonated with me. Thank you so much for writing it. Have a great day!
Rebecca - your essay made me cry. I recall the overwhelming realization of all the dangers that exist beyond my control while my son was growing. Secretly, I continue to worry. My son is 28.
I felt every part of this essay in my bones - a perfectly accurate description of mothering in this time. Thank you so much for your articulation of it.
This is so very touching... makes me think about the phrase “Mother Earth.” In Indian context similar questions are, Violence in the name of "Cow as Mother" or "Mother Tongue". Is that what we want to do to mothers?
Beautiful essay. The title alone works as a very short, very resonant poem. And I think the question really is “what soup are we making, and with what ingredients, and”—especially—“with whom are we sharing it?” Are any of your other essays told through fairy tale and lullaby available publicly?
This was so profound. I read this and thought of the Richard Power’s book The Overstory. Not because they are similar, but because both really drive home our intense interconnectedness with the environment. There are so many layers of complexity and perspective, I could comment about this all day. I simply loved it.
I just read your essay via Roxane Gay’s Audacity and I came here to mention how deeply it resonated with me. Thank you so much for writing it. Have a great day!
Thank you so much for sharing this, I am so happy to hear it.
What a beautiful essay. And how timely to read this against the news of the LA wildfires...Thank you for your thoughts!
Thank you!
Thank you for this exquisite essay, Rebecca. You are as fine a writer as you are a thinker and a mother!
Thank you! That is so kind.
Gorgeous essay! A stunning example of hybrid nonfiction writing. Thank you!
Thank you!
Rebecca - your essay made me cry. I recall the overwhelming realization of all the dangers that exist beyond my control while my son was growing. Secretly, I continue to worry. My son is 28.
Thank you so much for sharing this.
I felt every part of this essay in my bones - a perfectly accurate description of mothering in this time. Thank you so much for your articulation of it.
That is so sweet, thank you for sharing this.
This is so very touching... makes me think about the phrase “Mother Earth.” In Indian context similar questions are, Violence in the name of "Cow as Mother" or "Mother Tongue". Is that what we want to do to mothers?
Yes, so interesting, thank you so much for sharing this.
What an essay and reflection of our times! Beautiful weaving of science, fairy tales, and parenting! Excellent work, Becky!!
Thank you, J!
Oh yes, Sandra Steingraber! When I was still a newspaper editor, I sent a friend to interview her. I believe she’d just written a book at that point.
Thanks for sharing this!
Beautiful essay. The title alone works as a very short, very resonant poem. And I think the question really is “what soup are we making, and with what ingredients, and”—especially—“with whom are we sharing it?” Are any of your other essays told through fairy tale and lullaby available publicly?
Thank you so much, Laura. Not yet but hopefully soon!
Absolutely breathtaking. So many lines I had stop and re-read for their pure deliciousness. Thank you for sharing this stunning essay.
Thank you, Janie!
Love this so much Becky, you hold the weight of both sides so tenderly, I too want a brick tower and I want it to crumble. X
Thank you Anne!
Wow. This is exquisite.
Aw! Thank you!
Great braided essay! Thanks for sharing.
Thank you!
This is so beautiful
Thank you!
This was so profound. I read this and thought of the Richard Power’s book The Overstory. Not because they are similar, but because both really drive home our intense interconnectedness with the environment. There are so many layers of complexity and perspective, I could comment about this all day. I simply loved it.