Karen McCarthy Woolf: Why do I write?
‘I wrote to transform a profound grief. I clung to the natural environment, to the sea, the horizon, trees. They seemed permanent, something that couldn’t be lost or taken from me.’
Reflections
‘I wrote to transform a profound grief. I clung to the natural environment, to the sea, the horizon, trees. They seemed permanent, something that couldn’t be lost or taken from me.’