This isn’t a book reading. It’s something a little quieter… a little more real. I’ll be sitting in my space, talking about the story beneath the story — how a life becomes something we can finally put into words. The grief. The moments. The art. The parts that don’t usually get shared. You don’t need to have read anything. You don’t need to know me. Just come sit for a bit. Bring whatever you’d normally have in a quiet moment — a cup of something warm, a blanket, a place to land. This is a space to listen, to feel, and maybe… to recognize something of your own life in the process.