June 17, 2021Those Who Cannot ActJane Hirshfield

“My mother still has one of those big brown sheets of writing paper that they give you in first or second grade, with the wide-spaced blue lines. On it, it says, ‘I want to be a writer when I grow up.’ I don’t remember writing or thinking that, only that I was always a lover of words. I read voraciously. I’d choose books over sleep every time.”