Through His Eyes: Trying to See the Love That Was Always There
There’s a song that found its way into my headphones recently — Untitled by Rex Orange County — and it stopped me in my tracks.
It’s raw. It’s tender. It’s messy in the way real love often is.
Morning Moments
Most mornings start with a small, familiar ritual. I’m usually already awake, lying in bed with our little dachshund curled beside me. We both listen for the sound of the latte machine humming in the kitchen, a soft promise that my husband is getting our day started.
behind the memoir
Behind every story lies another story — the quiet moments, the questions that lingered, and the lessons that kept unfolding long after the pages were written.
Behind the Memoir is where I gather the reflections, memories, small windows into daily life, and unseen layers that shaped the journey of writing My Dyslexic Husband.
It’s a space for the questions I carried, the lessons I’m still learning, the fleeting moments that ground me, and the stories that didn’t fit neatly inside the book but still shaped its heart.
If you’re walking your own journey through love, learning, or letting go — I hope you find something here that reminds you you’re not alone.