Grand Friends

For a long time I struggled with answering the question that make novelists cringe. “What’s my novel about?” I’d repeat, stunned speechless. One of our professors at Pacific University (and probably other writers, too) have quipped that it takes a whole novel to explain what that novel is about—if it could be explained in aContinue reading “Grand Friends”

Feeding Grief

My mother and her siblings recently finished sorting through the papers and photos and journals my grandmother left behind when she died in 2008. Among these documents, they found the weekly schedule my grandmother had handwritten in pencil, an attempt to wrangle the lives of five adolescent children. Holding the schedule in my hands, IContinue reading “Feeding Grief”