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.
This past fall, on a beautiful, sunny Saturday, I attended a writing workshop with my college poetry professor, Jack Ridl. We were cozied into a small church hall and given permission to dig into our memories and free write and start pieces that maybe we’d...