Though my mom died of cancer when I was seven, I didn’t start grieving until my 20s and only much later realized that the loss will always be part of me. At this stage in my journey, I feel called to publicly honor my mom’s memory for the first time. Reading in a community seems like the perfect tribute, because my lifelong love of books and libraries originated with her.
Please join me for a book discussion series for adults who lost a parent, sibling, or other close connection early in life (ie before age 25ish). We’ll read works of fiction and nonfiction that address early loss, including its continuing impact, as a springboard for reflecting on our own experiences.