It’s the birthday of Annie (Doak) Dillard, (books by this author) born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (1945). After writing a master’s thesis on Thoreau’s Walden, she moved to a cabin along Tinker Creek in the Virginian Blue Ridge Mountains. There she wrote poetry and also kept a daily journal of her observations of nature and her thoughts about God and religion. She wrote in old notebooks and on four-by-six-inch index cards, and when she was ready to transform the journal into a book, she had 1,100 entries. The result, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, was published in 1974. It became a Book of the Month Club selection that year and received the Pulitzer Prize for nonfiction in 1975; she was only 29 years old.
She has published collections of essays and of poetry, as well as an autobiography. Her most recent work is a novel, The Maytrees (2007).
Happy birthday, Annie! Your prose has pulled back the veil to fill my life with color, awe, delight, and your penetrating vision has given me glimpses of wonders that inspire me to rejoice, and horrors that sharpen my yearning for grace. And you write with such verve and spirit and poetry and excellence. Oh, for more like you.