Writing, painting, stitching, and making are not separate from how I live. They are some of the primary ways I return to myself when life pulls me away.

There are moments when the world around you looks exactly the same, yet you know you are no longer standing inside it in the sa

As the launch of Remembering MySelf, approaches, I find myself thinking about the physical form of this book, not as a product or something to sell, but as something that had to be made the way it is. There were choices I had to make, and I could have made different ones. It could have been smaller. It could have been simplified. It could have been printed in black and white. It could have been shaped into something more familiar, something that fits more easily into what peo