“Yes, I’d Like Some Soup” Bailey Wolff

What started as a visit from Bailey Wolff’s Ukrainian parents-in-law turned into a three-year cohabitation when war broke out in their home country. During their stay, he learned a great deal about them and about himself, including his love-hate relationship with the...

Memoir as a Creative Act of Healing

The first draft of my memoir was overwritten and empty, all underpainting without meaning. The next drafts brimmed with plot and crime scenes, but these too were all content without reflection. I read books on the craft of writing; and still, my story unraveled. I...