I have been navigating life with words for as long as I can remember. Writing has always helped me make sense of things. I feel who I am and know what I think—about pain, sorrow, loss, and even the glimmers of grace.
I lost Elliot Everett Wright, my brilliant 26-year-old first-born son, on August 5, 2018, in a tragic and shocking single-vehicle motorcycle accident that shattered my heart irreparably. Yet writing my way through the messy debris of grief is helping me pick up some of those jagged pieces.
My work now is to honor my Elliot’s memory and his extraordinary mosaic of talents, including writing—by helping you and others find a path forward in grief. To know we are not alone on this sacred journey.
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