"I am here alone for the first time in weeks," May Sarton begins this book, "to take up my 'real' life again at last. That is what is strange--that friends, even passionate love, are not my real life, unless there is time alone in which to explore what is happening or what has...
"I am here alone for the first time in weeks," May Sarton begins this book, "to take up my 'real' life again at last. That is what is strange-that friends, even passionate love,are not my real life, unless there is time alone in which to explore what is happening or what has...
May Sarton's parrot chatters away as Sarton looks out the window at the rain and contemplates returning to her real life--not friends, not even love, but writing. In her bravest and most revealing memoir, Sarton casts her keenly observant eye on both the interior and exterior...
May Sarton writes with keen observation of both inner and outer worlds--a garden, the seasons, daily life in New Hampshire, books, people, ideas--and throughout everything, her spiritual and artistic journey. "An honorable confession of the writer's faults, fears, sadnesses,...