Didi Jackson: On Love Stories, Migraines, Being Ever-Present on the Page, and Her Poetry Collection, ‘My Infinity’
Nov 19
Written By Brittany Ackerman
Four months postpartum, I stood inside the home of Didi and Major Jackson for the annual MFA welcome gathering. I dipped a triangle of pita bread into a dollop of hummus on my plate and looked in awe around their gorgeous home. The house was just minutes away from campus, but it felt like I was somewhere other than Nashville. To be honest, it reminded me of the glamorous and chic homes I used to see in Los Angeles. There were plants and lots of light and oh my goodness so many curated shelves of books. Even the street where the house sat felt like it could be on Mount Washington, and not adjacent to the West End. In other words, the place felt magical.