Last year I entered my local library’s Adult Creative Writing contest in the category of “Children’s Fiction.” I was awarded an Honorable Mention and the award gave me the confidence to continue to write. At the beginning of January 2016, I set a goal to enter the contest again. However, as the deadline of January 31st loomed large and I did not have a work of children’s fiction complete enough to enter, I began to panic a bit. A lot. I can’t explain to you why but it felt to me that if I did not meet my goal to enter the contest, I would never meet another goal again. Totally.over.dramatic. With days left, I looked at the other categories I could enter and eliminating short story and poetry, I felt my best shot was the Informal Essay category. I decided to write about grief because it is something I am intimately familiar with and knew I could get something done. It didn’t have to be good, it just had to be done and in the mail, goal accomplished. Long story short, I won. Last week I had the honor of reading an edited version of my essay to the crowd at the awards reception. I say “edited” because I needed to fit my reading in to a five minute time limit. I think it is better than the original. I took out the snarky, whiney bits, and got to the heart of my point. I hope my words might provide insight or comfort to someone walking the journey that is grief. Continue reading