Not to entirely appropriate Katia’s poem post, but as I read, and reread, and reread “Time Passes,” I’m struck by the quiet diligence and loveliness of Mrs. McNab (and Mrs. Bast) as she essentially rebuilds the Ramsays’ home. She is
A Mrs. Ramsay Poem
Okay, not a poem about Mrs. Ramsay. But a poem that immediately popped into my head when we were discussing her motherhood and the space of refuge she tries to create for her children for as long as she can,
