Once a month, parents and siblings log onto Zoom for LITT-Write — not to fix their grief, rush healing, or “move on,” but to be together. There is no pressure to grow. No expectation to feel better by the end of the hour. Instead, they gather as they are — carrying love, loss, anger, confusion, memory — and they write. Writing becomes the practice that holds them. It gives shape to what feels shapeless. It allows them to sit in the rubble without being alone. For some, the work is simply to...