What did Meghan O'Rourke mean by: Suddenly it was fall, the season of death, the anniversary of things-going-to-hell. Meghan O'Rourke Poet and writer Copy
Time doesn’t obey our commands. You cannot make it holy just because it is disappearing. Author, January 16, 2024January 9, 2025, Meghan O'Rourke, Control, Impermanence, Time, 0 Meghan O'Rourke Poet and writer
A mother is beyond any notion of a beginning. That’s what makes her a mother. Author, January 16, 2024January 9, 2025, Meghan O'Rourke, Identity, Permanence, Unconditional Love, 0 Meghan O'Rourke Poet and writer
Nothing prepared me for the loss of my mother. Even knowing that she would die did not prepare me. Author, January 16, 2024January 9, 2025, Meghan O'Rourke, Grief, Loss, Preparation, 0 Meghan O'Rourke Poet and writer
A mother is a story with no beginning. That is what defines her. Author, January 16, 2024January 9, 2025, Meghan O'Rourke, Identity, Legacy, Love, 0 Meghan O'Rourke Poet and writer
Our minds are mysterious; our conscious brain is like a ship on a sea that is obscure to us. Author, January 16, 2024January 9, 2025, Meghan O'Rourke, Consciousness, Mystery, Uncertainty, 0 Meghan O'Rourke Poet and writer
After all dying is one of the most profound and difficult experiences we have. Author, January 16, 2024January 9, 2025, Meghan O'Rourke, Death, Experience, Profound, 0 Meghan O'Rourke Poet and writer
Writing has always been the primary way I make sense of the world. Author, January 16, 2024January 9, 2025, Meghan O'Rourke, Clarity, Expression, Reflection, 0 Meghan O'Rourke Poet and writer
One of the ideas I’ve clung to most of my life is that if I just try hard enough it will work out. Author, January 16, 2024January 9, 2025, Meghan O'Rourke, Determination, Optimism, Perseverance, 0 Meghan O'Rourke Poet and writer
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