Today I’m sharing the truest thing I’ve ever written. It is raw, it is revealing, and it carries the arc of my life in four words: Privilege. Silence. Darkness. Love. From the outside, mine looked like a privileged Texas childhood — but privilege can also be a veil, and silence can train a girl to walk straight into danger. At twenty-three, darkness found me. Violence threaded through the days until I was sure I would not survive the next corner. Yet the prairie still called, and in time, love — steady, faithful, and true — healed me. That is the arc of my memoir, Bones Beneath the Prairie: suspense, heartbreak, prairie light, and redemption.
