Many Seasons

<p class=ql-align-justify><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Many Seasons </em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>is a skein an elaborate tangle unraveling and being rewound. This story and the self inside it must get undone in order to be seen and painstakingly reassembled. Just as personhood is non-linear in this story memory mingles with moment and matter-of-factly presents the formidable questions: </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Are attachments a reward or a burden? Stability or freedom? Independence or that obvious one: love? </em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Ana our protagonist steadily excavates all of this-along with generations of familial patterns both repeating and interrupting them in her own evolving family. She critiques motherhood while enacting it she discovers her gender as she observes it through her writing and questions her relationships while staying in them. </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Many Seasons </em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>is really about being known; coming to terms with the fact that the richest part of us one's interior may go unknown except to itself. And perhaps in this case to the page. By keeping her own narrative Ana makes a record of renewal of recovery of domestic labor of anxiety as a parallel realm. She shows us that healing is a threshold and a path that selfhood is a grand nesting landscape and that much like home it is a shelter made by effort devotion.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p>