When The Words Won’t Come

By Natalie Serianni

It’s been four months since I’ve written anything. 

Sure, I’ve jotted down ideas. Does that count?

And it’s… weird.                          

The problem wasn’t that I wasn’t writing. The problem was that I didn’t miss it.

It all started in January. I was teaching a nine-week personal essay writing class outside of my full-time job. And I soon became committed to my students’ success. They were pumping out incredible pieces and I knew I could support them. I...