Is for anyone who loved their complicated mother and still ended up cracked open. It’s raw, real, traumatic, darkly comedic in that deliciously uncomfrotable kind of way. I write what most people are too scared to say out loud about grief, guilt, identity, and the selves we buried to be loved. No pretending, just gut-punch honesty with a side of dark humor and a whole lot of heart. The truth is how we find our way back to ourselves and each other.