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The Stories That Walked Through the Door

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  There is something a little surreal about rolling a suitcase full of books into a bookstore when your name is on every cover. You write them quietly. You edit them. You second-guess them. You work through covers, publishing, distribution and all the details no reader ever sees. Then one day, you unpack those books onto a table in a beautiful independent bookstore and wait to see who walks through the door. Saturday at Bookery Manchester , they walked through. And what a gift they were. A Perfect Day for a Bookstore It was damp and gray outside, the kind of New Hampshire day that practically begs you to wander into a bookstore and stay awhile. Inside, my table was filled with The Internal Fungus Among Us , Rooted & Renewed , and Watered & Whole , along with bookmarks, information about my wellness work, and a wellness giveaway basket filled with all three signed books, my Gut Health Grocery Guide, a journal, candle, eye mask and a few other little things meant to e...

It's a Wrap! My 1,300+ Mile New England Independent Bookstore Tour

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I'm still trying to figure out how to put the last two weeks into words. But I'm going to try, because this independent bookstore tour was never just about books. It was about people, roads, small towns, and a whole lot of hope along the way. Where It All Started A year ago, the idea of introducing The Internal Fungus Among Us to independent bookstores across New England felt like a dream. This month, that dream became a road trip: over 1,300 miles through New Hampshire, Vermont, Maine, Massachusetts, Connecticut, and Rhode Island, with my books now finding new homes in approximately 15 stores throughout the region. I packed the car, printed my intake sheets, and set out with one simple mission. What I didn't expect was how much the trip would end up being about so much more than the books themselves. The Bookstores That Took a Chance on Me There's something special about walking into an independent bookstore as an unknown author and asking them to take a chance on you...

Something is Coming — And I've Never Been More Ready

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  I have been sitting with this idea for a long time. Longer than I want to admit, actually. You know that feeling when something keeps coming back to you, in the quiet moments, on a long walk, in the middle of an ordinary Tuesday, and you realize it isn't going away because it isn't supposed to? That's been this. Many of you have followed my journey through healing, writing, wellness, faith, and travel. Along the way, I've discovered something powerful: sometimes the greatest growth happens when we step away from our routines long enough to hear ourselves again. That's why I'm excited to share that I am creating a series of retreat experiences designed to help others reconnect with what matters most. And I'm not doing it alone. I'm bringing Jackie Dufresne of Rooted Strength Yoga on board as my retreat partner. Jackie has been teaching yoga and Pilates since 2014, helping women build strength, confidence, balance, and well-being through acce...

Nerve Damage Recovery: What No One Tells You About Healing

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A personal account of cold injury, nerve recovery, and learning to let the body lead. My first ski day of the season. The second run of the morning. And everything changed. It was around 19 degrees at the base, colder as the lift climbed higher. A typical New England winter day. Nothing I hadn't handled before. What I didn't account for was stillness. Unlike normal skiing, where your body is constantly generating heat through movement, I was suspended, unable to move, unable to warm myself. Prolonged exposure without movement is a completely different animal. Cold is cold. A mechanical failure left me stuck on that chairlift, in cold, wet conditions, for about two hours. By the time ski patrol reached me, I wasn't okay. At the time, I didn’t realize this would be my last full ski day... What surprised me What I didn't expect was that it didn't end when I was rescued. In the days that followed, my body was still processing what had happened. T...