Gordon, Mary
He hated the way his mother piled the laundry. The way she held the clothes, as if it didn’t matter. And he knew what she would say if he said anything, though he would never say it.
– Mary Gordon, “Temporary Shelter”
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Read Mary Gordon’s short story, “The Deacon,” in The Atlantic Magazine:
The Deacon
If anyone had asked her, Sister Joan would have said that her daily half hour of prayer and meditation provided the most satisfying consolation she could imagine for a world that was random and violent and endlessly inventive in its cruelty toward the weak
Listen to Mary Gordon read from “Circling My Mother” on NPR:
