How The Morning Finds Me

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I Didn’t Know I Was Writing About Trauma When I Wrote My Book

When Writing Knows More Than We Do: How Trauma Shapes Our Stories I thought I was writing about something else. My early drafts were framed as stories, moments pulled from memory, observations of people and places that had lingered with me. I wrote about childhood, about the way certain smells can pull you backward in […]