There is something that happens when you read a story that mirrors your own. When someone else has the courage to put into words exactly what you've been living. The isolation lifts. The shame loosens. You remember that your story is not a burden — it's the thing that connects you to every other human who has ever loved someone, lost someone, or had to rebuild from the ground up.
My first book Dancing in the Rain was written in the middle of the hardest season of my life — not from the other side, but from inside it. That's what makes it real. And that's why it might be exactly what you need right now.
Written for anyone who has loved someone deeply and lost them — especially to the kind of loss that doesn't come with a clean narrative. This book holds the story of my brother Cory, the fentanyl crisis that took him, and what we do with love when there's nowhere left for it to go.
Here's the premise: before any of this, our souls lined up in heaven and signed up for earth school. We picked the curriculum. We chose the lessons. And then we got here, looked around, and went — what the f did I sign up for?
Dancing in the Rain was the story of breaking. This one is about breaking open.
It starts where a lot of us start: numb, disconnected, reaching for whatever makes the noise stop. It ends somewhere I genuinely didn't expect to get to — actually connected to my own soul. No religion required.
True stories, from my life and from the podcast. Humor, because life is hard and we might as well laugh.
I'm sharing about the writing process in The Living Room, come hang out with us there.