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JULY 22

Oh, thank you so much, Max, for your kind words.

I am so sorry that the chemo hasn’t appeared to shrink the tumors yet. That must be very hard for you, and to contemplate the experimental therapy. When would the experimental therapy happen?

On other fronts:

Don’t worry if your poetry feels insulated or indulgent. Poetry by nature is insulated and indulgent, from Sappho to Whitman to Strand to Dickinson. Only some small degree of emotional restraint keeps it from being indulgent, and some small degree of sharing it with others keeps it from being insulated.

Also don’t worry if you’re not writing. You have plenty to contend with in the moment, and the writing will come when it needs to.

The Not-Mom-Woman made me laugh. I would say: living alone is overrated. Personally, I hate it. I only like living alone from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. At 5:00 p.m. I’m very happy to have a mom around, or a mom substitute.

Let’s find a way to connect this summer when we are all in California. Our house will have a trampoline in the backyard.

Give my regards to your mom.

xo,

Sarah

P.S. I just saw I spelled your name wrong in my acknowledgments! The k is forever banished!