Be the loudest voice in the room.
A line from my book found me this week, not in a hospital room, but on a sidewalk and a stranger’s front lawn. A reflection on invisible illness, bullying, and what it really costs to stand up for the people who cannot yet stand up for themselves.
The last few weeks before.
The book is almost here. It is finished, the proof is in my hands, but it is not in the world yet. I want to be honest about what is underneath the wait.