by Richard Berwind, Managing Editor

Hello to the LIT community!

June is my birth month, so I find it very fitting that this month I am able to share something that inspires me in my writing and hope that it will inspire yours.

Every year, I find myself crying around the time of my birthday. It comes sporadically; a random insertion of grief and pain on days that should otherwise feel renewing. I spend days on end researching, looking up the who, the how, and the why this phenomenon happens, as if understanding its deepest mechanisms will make the sudden onset of grief roll away into the summer haze.

by Charlotte Slivka, Editor in Chief

Dear LIT community,

Spring has sprung and it is as if the trees were in a race to sprout their leaves. After the first pinks of Magnolia and Cherry trees, then the yellows of Forsythia, followed by that brazen and bold purple of the Eastern Redbuds, the new green leaves seem to have shocked their way to the surface just within the last few days. It’s dizzying and disorienting to think of barren winter as a back door slam, but here we are in our bare feet on cold earth and new grass.