This blog post is a mistake, or reflects one:
In my phone calendar, January 20 is listed as writer Annie Dillard’s birthday.
But that’s a mistake. Dillard will turn 78, deo volente, on April 30. Today is, well, just today.
But in many of the theologies Dillard does not believe in, there are no mistakes. And today I’ll take a leaf from them, and
Today (April 30) is Annie Dillard’s birthday. Should be a national holiday.
Here’s what’s said to be a photo of her as a young woman; look like a spiritual master? More like trouble? (The same thing?)

More about her at Wikipedia, which she professes to despise, but can’t escape.
I found her accidentally. Nature writing is not my thing. I only read her “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek” in 1994, because it was assigned for a book group.
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