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jakekilroy's review against another edition
3.0
Being a wife and mother is hard. Having a poet's take on the day-to-day challenges in a literal sense rather than an ethereal one somehow seems more novel. I enjoyed this for its inviting take on real difficulties. There's more a sense of immediacy here than conceptual spirituality of either role. These are true frustrations indicative of the moment, not necessarily the prospect of what such circumstances could or should mean. It's as if you're following her through car rides, dinner parties, and self-evaluations in the bathroom mirror. She's got a fun angle on life.
kokechii's review against another edition
4.0
"You can be a mother and a poet. A wife and a lover. You can dance on the graves you dug on Tuesday, pulling out the bones of yourself you began to miss."
A couple of them I did not like, but most of them I did. Some of them I fell in love with. The woven tapestry of women, the women we are today, the women we were and the women we could become. The women we will never be. Some are exquisite (Like a Wife; Some Nights, What Kind of Man) and gave me chills and I'll carry them with me for a long time.
A couple of them I did not like, but most of them I did. Some of them I fell in love with. The woven tapestry of women, the women we are today, the women we were and the women we could become. The women we will never be. Some are exquisite (Like a Wife; Some Nights, What Kind of Man) and gave me chills and I'll carry them with me for a long time.