"This essay reflects on how perceptions of time may be altered after the sudden death of a child, and why inhabiting this sharply new temporality stops one's habitual modes of telling. Neither tearful memoir nor testament of hope, the essay charts a vivid experience of such a suspended time and discovers an unsuspected intimacy between time and language. Although a life inside this "arrested" time resists being described, it is neither exceptional or pathological; to outlive one's child is historically common enough. But, because of this felt suspension of the usual flow of time which enables narration, it leaves few literary traces"--Publisher's Web site.