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When I released Broken Glass on August 8th, I thought my work was done. The story had left my head and landed in readers’ hands—that...

On August 8th, I let go of two things at once. I released Broken Glass into the world. And I released the version of myself that...

I used to think survival meant silence. If I stayed still long enough, small enough, I could slip through life unseen. Untouched. Safe....

I won’t lie: publishing a book feels a little like standing naked in public and handing strangers your diary. There’s a part of me that’s...