Like many female writers my age, I adore Joan Didion. I don’t remember a world without her in it. Pictured above is my “lucky writing necklace” with her well-known packing list from her essay, “The White Album,” one of many essays that shaped me, published the year I was born. She’s forever the Queen in … Continue reading the blue nights and the heavy things.
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