In a strange synchronicity, it’s on Lot’s wife, who was turned into a pillar of salt when she dared look back at Sodom. My daughter has noticed that the wife, who has no name, is blamed for her own death because she looked, disobediently. This is how, my daughter says, the wife is imagined to have deserved what she got, and no man, no system, no god is responsible. It gives me a sense of awe that someone at seventeen can understand instinctively what it seems to be my life’s work to unravel.
