Status Updates From Wreck

“It’s gorgeous out—a little bewilderingly mild, but so burnished and pretty. We’ve moved on from the Crayola candy-corn oranges and yellow of the maple trees to the adult colors of the oaks: bourbon and cognac and red wine.”

Ms. Newman can write a helluva descriptor.

“To have a child is to have your heart go walking around outside of your body for the rest of your life—so the saying goes. Not a pink bubble of a heart, but the bloodied organ itself, dragged through the gutter behind a team of wild horses, returned to you in tatters if at all.”