After a bit of a hiatus from essay writing and blogging to focus on the YA novel I’ve been working on, you’ll find me on the Twelve today, reflecting on the grief and goodness that comes with sorting through the past.
Yesterday, as I talked to various friends on the phone, logged into my email, joined in group texts, checked in on social media, and tried to stay quarantined but connected, I’ve been struck by the vastly different reactions the people around me are having to...
Several years ago my Dad mentioned a story he had heard about German POWs who came to pick the apples in what would later become my Grandpa’s orchard. For the last nine months or so, I’ve been immersed in researching and writing — amazed as I uncover more...
I’m excited to share that my essay, “The Orchard” is published in the Winter issue of Longridge Review. You can read it here. I began the first draft of this essay in my college dorm room about 20 years ago and picked it back up last year as I began...
My grandma’s health is failing. She’s 89 and determined to live on her own, to have her family over for Sunday dinner, for coffee during the week. But she fell a few weekends ago, landed in the hospital, and now an assisted living center. This summer, it felt a bit...