These writings have emerged during a season of Grief born from stories, personal and from those I love. The stories speak of trauma, old and newly realized, addiction, abuse, loss of innocence, and lost love. They also speak of hope towards redemption and renewal, of consent to solitude, uncertainty, and surrender. Resurrection will come. That I am certain of. How will it come? What will it look like? I haven’t a clue.
Angela Griner Boeken
