I often find myself writing in the first person, which lets me share my characters’ quirks and misadventures as if they’re my own. It’s like inviting you into my mind, where the bizarre and the relatable collide in the most entertaining ways.

Jason didn’t just betray MyIesha—he betrayed the man he swore he’d become. And MyIesha didn’t just grieve a child—she grieved the version of herself that believed love could shield her from devastation. This isn’t a love story. It’s a collision. Of grief and truth. Of silence and confession. Of two souls trying to rebuild what was shattered. If you’ve ever loved through the breaking, you’ll hear yourself in their words.