My words have healed me. They have offered others light in the darkness, and they have created a map of my life—of the experiences that grabbed me by the throat and asked more of me than I thought I had to give.

They also trace the trail of a life so beautiful that, at times, I have wondered how I got lucky enough to live it.

These words are the framework of my years: stories of grief and love, motherhood and identity, sobriety and resilience, breaking and becoming. Some live on Substack. Others have found their way into essays, publications, and places I never expected.

This is where I gather them.