Every once in a while, a student will come to my office, saying she doesn’t know what to write.
“What gets your heart pumping?” I’ll ask her. “What takes your breath away? What makes the hair on your arms stand up on end?”
And she’ll look up into the air until something dawns upon her, and then a smile (or pained expression) will spread across her face. Her brother’s addiction, she’ll tell me, or…