The first altar I built was made to hold a man, and it could not bear the weight of him. The one I stand at now holds up the sky.
domestic violence recovery
The Voice Restored
Twelve weeks since the worst day of my life, my voice came back. The night I sang again, the floodgates opened. The week my book hit #1. The truth about reclaiming a voice in three places at once — and the cost of refusing to stay silent.