I felt compelled to start the conversation about what had happened, addressing the crippling legacy of shame and guilt from leaving our babies decades ago.
I sat with the note in my lap, stunned and glad to be alone in the kitchen. The laundry gave me something to do with my hands while I settled my mind.
I wanted to write the book that I’d been looking for my entire life and never found.
I am such a private person that as I was writing, if I had allowed myself to think about other people reading my work, I would have had to stop. But now, I just have to put that anxiety aside. And trust that baring my soul on the page is no different from doing so on stage.
by Shoba Viswanathan
“I never thought I had led a life worthy of memoir. I thought memoir and autobiography were reserved for great lives….”
“The Dollhouse became a lens through which I could see my birth mother and myself. I could safely question my personal history and interrogate the myths of adoption, identity, feminism, and home.”
by Sam Florsheim – Summer 2021 is going to be filled with powerful, challenging, and transportive debuts from a wide collection of diverse writers. Here are five in particular that caught our eye. – Honorée Fanonne Jeffers is a fiction writer, essayist, and 2020 National Book Award-nominated poet who teaches creative writing and literature at …