My story
Why four books, all at once?
I did not plan to write four books. I wrote my way through seasons I could not talk my way through — small notes late at night after the children had fallen asleep, gates I did not feel ready to cross, the slow work of coming back to the person beneath the names. The pages sorted themselves into four small companions. Each one holds a different door into the same house.
These are not books to race through. They are books to sit with — a page in the early morning, a poem before sleep, a question carried into an ordinary Tuesday. My hope is simple: that somewhere in them you find words you did not know you were allowed to say out loud.
The first print run of these books was made possible by readers who gave through a BackaBuddy campaign. If you were one of them — thank you. These books exist because of you.