Women Holding Things: Artist Maira Kalman's Tender and Quirky Ode to the Weight of the World and the Barely Bearable Lightness of Being

"It troubled me," Emily Dickinson wrote, "how an Atom fell and yet the Heavens held.The Heavens hold, and so do we.We hold still.We hold hopes.We hold our pain and the world's pain.We hold each other.We hold up our values and hold down our tasks.We hold on, and this might be the single most defining feature of human life.

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