In the midst of terrible isolation, reading Julian’s feverish words about her visions helped me feel sane. Here was another woman, enclosed.
How do we pass the time while traveling from Point A to Point B? What stories do we tell one another, and how do those stories connect?
Raji Lian, my great-grandfather, came over from Syria in 1899.
I try to use my master’s thesis as a way to find myself in women’s writing—the mystics, Flannery—but, ultimately, I fail.