“Audre’s children became her teachers in the revolutionary work of mothering. She observed them with true interest and wonder. Audre, Frances, and the children had biweekly family meetings in order to check in about the logistics and emotional life of their household. She wrote down her children’s dreams and the phrases they said. 'What does it mean that my children’s dreams show up in my journals as much as my own?' she wrote one August. Her children’s descriptions of their dreams became seeds of insight Audre nurtured in her writing. 'My babies tore out of me / like poems,’ she wrote in 'Change of Season.' ”