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Privilege, Silence, Darkness, Love

Privilege, Silence, Darkness, Love

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.

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Never a Victim-Always a Survivor

Never a Victim-Always a Survivor

Some stories are buried deep, pressed under years of silence. Mine begins in a small West Texas town, where the prairie stretched endless and the oil rigs marked time like a heartbeat. I learned early that family could be both sanctuary and battlefield — and that the cost of silence is often higher than the truth itself. This book is the unearthing, the laying bare of bones I once tried to keep hidden.

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Truth Has a Light of Its Own

Truth Has a Light of Its Own

Would you like to add truth to your darkness? I welcome your truth here. There’s a particular ache that comes with being a mother in later years, carrying truths you’ve never spoken aloud. Silence is heavy — sometimes heavier than the pain itself. For decades I stayed...

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