When my father died, I stumbled upon the slow, excruciating realization that we, as a society, did not talk about grief. As I discovered, such conversations were usually tucked away into shadowy corners, concealed by hushed tones and anxious glances—as if to avoid...
When I think about my childhood, my mind gravitates toward memories of play: enacting detailed and dramatic scenarios with dolls and Legos, writing and illustrating stories, and pretending I was an explorer as I scrambled around in the woods behind my family’s house....
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