Wrestling With Doubt My grandmother died on Valentine’s Day. At the time, I tried to write her a tribute but kept getting stuck. Memories tumbled over each other, refusing to condense themselves into words. I couldn’t articulate a lifetime of warmth and joy juxtaposed against the harsh reality of her absence. Words couldn’t do her justice, and I erased my feeble attempts. Rather than struggle to express my aching heart, I wanted only to sit in my memories and let... Read more