"...all the banal (or not) objects and experiences around me were reenchanted. The world seemed ludicrously, suspiciously, adverbially sodden with meaning. Which is to say that [my child] made me again more like a writer (or at least a certain kind of writer) precisely as she was making me into someone who was, enduringly, not writing."
Rivka Galchen, Little Labors
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