Author’s note: This post is not directly about my books or my writing process. It is about the life those books are written from. As a disabled, self-published author, my work exists inside a body and a system that shape every part of what I am able to create. I believe that context matters. I also believe the realities of living with disability matter. If you live in similar shoes, I hope you find some comfort, recognition, and a sense that you are not alone here. I am o

Met a young aspiring writer at my Morrow Arts Center signing—his excitement reminded me ofone of the reasons why I write.

A raw confession of living in the tension between triumph and collapse—publishing a book, building a life, yet drowning in illness, loss, and disappointment. This is the truth behind the mask, the cracks I can no longer hide.

Admitted for severe back pain, I expected compassion and care. Instead, a surgeon dismissed my pain, my weight, even my career. Here’s the truth about my diagnosis, the bias I faced, and why I refuse to be invisible.

From a hospital bed to the library stacks—why the ReadLocal Author Fair matters, and how stories keep us going.