Dear Reader,
Nearly a decade ago, as I was going through a divorce, my writer-friend said to me: Write everything down. The implication was that I was living the experience of a future story and that, being a writer myself, Iโd want to write about it. This is because stories are fundamentally about changeโhow a person or literary character faces a set of challenges with a certain set of tools and beliefs, and how those struggles transform that person or character into someone new. What do they learn, who do they become.
I didnโt write it all down. Itโs very hard to take notes on oneโs own divorce. Itโs hard to take notes in the midst of any transformative experience. Youโre too busy living it.
But you can make artโeventuallyโand you can take comfort in art along the way (songs, stories, dance, movies).
When my daughter left for collegeโwhich is to say, when we packed up a carload of her belongings and I drove her four hours, unloaded said belongings into a concrete block dorm room, took photos in the quad, hugged her goodbye, hugged her again, goodbye, goodbye, and drove home in an empty car cryingโI was too consumed with feeling all the feelings to write it all down.
But that fall, I doodled abstract shapes in my journal. I cut out words and images and glued them down. I took comfort in making, even if I wasnโt making anything in particular.
The pain of that initial separation wasnโt the end of the story. In some ways it was only the inciting incident. Iโd had her when I was 25. As she started her adulthood, I was starting a new version of mine.
Eventually, I got out my typewriter and typed wordsโthings sheโd said, thoughts I hadโand glued them into my journal. I numbered them, turning it into a story, of sorts. It became my first โimage + textโ publication, at Passages North. I called it โEmpty Nest/Emptiness.โ
I know a lot of folks whose kids are going off to college right now. Itโs so hard! I see others of you sharing about tough and transformative experiences on social media. I look forward to your art and stories, and Iโm sharing mine with you.
โEmpty Nest/Emptinessโ continued from the top of post (with a couple of images left out due to space):
3. We take things from her bedroom to the living room then to the car for the ride to the dorm.
7. My days are quiet and open.




14. I paint a painting and call it leaving.
I love this. The hardest thing in the world is watching our children grow into adults and not need us like they once did. The proudest moments are know you raised them to be smart, independent adults who are loving to others. You did good momma.
"But you can make artโeventually"โI feel this is so much and so true.