Photo of a boy lying on the floor drawing. The drawings are blowing away into a cityscape below

Writing as a Path to Healing

By Roberta P. Gardner One of my earliest memories of writing in school was a failed scribble drawing of my deceased cat, Honey. She wasn’t officially my cat, but I was the one who played with her every day, and I let her know that she was loved. I used to sneak her bowls of milk…