Unveiling Secrets and Loss: Jill Bialosky’s Intimate Journey Through Grief and Memory
LL: There’s a lot of imagery that comes to mind with the title, and also the cover. I’m looking at it now; it’s a gorgeous blue iris set on a verdant background, which of course, Iris, being your mother’s namesake, and green, which I see as renewal. If we dig a little deeper, we can conjure things like earth and seed, roots, rain, and even sunshine. We need all these elements to grow, but also, to die. I see this book as very cyclical. The best stories don’t really end, they keep living, not always on the page, but in one’s mind, in their heart. Can you speak into that, please?
