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

(The online version of this story appears in three parts. Click here to go to part two. Click here to go to part three. ) NO romance had been attached to Joan Fitzgerald’s entering the convent. She wasn’t that sort of person, and she hadn’t expected it.

Listen to Mary Gordon read from “Circling My Mother” on NPR:

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