Hey friends,
I just hit publish on a conversation that’s been sitting resonant and hopeful in my chest for days. And those of you who are a part of this community will be excited to see Zach’s name here. I’ve loved our conversations and his comments and interactions with you all.
In this feature, Zach gets honest about the long habit of keeping his ambitions hidden, the grief that finally forced him to sit still, and the slow work of reclaiming both his voice and the simple right to want a writing life out loud. He talks about the loneliness of building something this personal with almost no one nearby who speaks the language. He talks about his daughter’s blunt question that stung . . . and more.
If you’ve ever doubted whether the ground you’re writing from is worthy of a story, or whether you’re allowed to want this life without apology, Zach’s words will feel like someone finally naming what you thought you carried alone.
The full conversation is live here: Reclaiming Ground: Zachary Porter on Voice, the Right to Want, and What the Mountains Still Hold
I’d love to know which part lands hardest for you.
Grateful you’re here.
Brandy