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https://www.amazon.com/Signal-Between-Us-Daughter-Discovery-ebook/dp/B0FPBVHS2K
A short story about bookstores, self-published books, and what can happen when you ask for help instead of scrolling.
A short story about bookstores, self-published books, and what can happen when you ask for help instead of scrolling.
It forms through emerging identities—through who we are becoming, not just who we already are.
This piece reframes friendship as something shaped by shared becoming, rather than luck or failure.
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www.nytimes.com/2026/01/03/o...
It forms through emerging identities—through who we are becoming, not just who we already are.
This piece reframes friendship as something shaped by shared becoming, rather than luck or failure.
🎁🔗
www.nytimes.com/2026/01/03/o...
Chapter Six is live.
Not belief.
Hope stitched to fear.
A flooded hospital.
An evacuation truck.
A tether that holds anyway.
🌊📖 #WhenTheWindTurned
Chapter Six is live.
Not belief.
Hope stitched to fear.
A flooded hospital.
An evacuation truck.
A tether that holds anyway.
🌊📖 #WhenTheWindTurned
Before asking why the monks walk here, it’s worth asking who needs waking up.
If the monks walking for peace make you uncomfortable, that might be the point.
Before asking why the monks walk here, it’s worth asking who needs waking up.
If the monks walking for peace make you uncomfortable, that might be the point.
I hosted a meta-literary séance and let classic authors “review” The Signal Between Us.
Mark Twain insisted on having the last word.
Obviously.
I hosted a meta-literary séance and let classic authors “review” The Signal Between Us.
Mark Twain insisted on having the last word.
Obviously.
Some stories are winter stories—not because they’re cold, but because they stay lit even when everything else goes dim.
The Signal Between Us is that kind of story. A father, a daughter, a second chance neither of them saw coming.
Perfect for these short, quiet days.
Some stories are winter stories—not because they’re cold, but because they stay lit even when everything else goes dim.
The Signal Between Us is that kind of story. A father, a daughter, a second chance neither of them saw coming.
Perfect for these short, quiet days.
just opens a door, lets the air change,
and trusts the reader to feel what’s gathering at the edges.
Slow-rising tension that mirrors real life—storms (literal and metaphorical) gather long before they break.
I’d love to hear what’s resonating with you.
Stories feel different when we weather them together.
open.substack.com/pub/heavycro...
just opens a door, lets the air change,
and trusts the reader to feel what’s gathering at the edges.
A Katrina family story about fear, resilience, and the split-second decisions that save us — or don’t.
Read Chapter One now.
open.substack.com/pub/heavycro...
A Katrina family story about fear, resilience, and the split-second decisions that save us — or don’t.
Read Chapter One now.
open.substack.com/pub/heavycro...
Just launched a new Heavy Crown Press serial:
When the Wind Turned: A Katrina Family Story.
A quiet, character-driven exploration of storm memory, displacement, and the ties that hold a family together when everything else is taken.
Weekly chapters on Wednesdays.
Just launched a new Heavy Crown Press serial:
When the Wind Turned: A Katrina Family Story.
A quiet, character-driven exploration of storm memory, displacement, and the ties that hold a family together when everything else is taken.
Weekly chapters on Wednesdays.
If The Signal Between Us has resonated with you, I’d be deeply grateful for a quick Amazon review. We’re at 11 and hoping to reach 15 this week — those words make a real difference for indie authors.
💬 www.amazon.com/dp/B0FPBVHS2
If The Signal Between Us has resonated with you, I’d be deeply grateful for a quick Amazon review. We’re at 11 and hoping to reach 15 this week — those words make a real difference for indie authors.
💬 www.amazon.com/dp/B0FPBVHS2
From Substack Notes: It’s ironic that the day we make our case against GoodReads, two readers find the signal & deliver 5-star reviews for The Signal Between Us. On GoodReads. Maybe that’s the point: even where there’s noise, the signal can still connect.
From Substack Notes: It’s ironic that the day we make our case against GoodReads, two readers find the signal & deliver 5-star reviews for The Signal Between Us. On GoodReads. Maybe that’s the point: even where there’s noise, the signal can still connect.
🔗 www.goodreads.com/book/show/24...
Thoughtful, generous, unexpected. Proof that listening reaches farther than arguing ever will.
🔗 www.heavycrownpress.com/p/catalog-of...
#substack 📡 @SubstackInc
🔗 www.goodreads.com/book/show/24...
Thoughtful, generous, unexpected. Proof that listening reaches farther than arguing ever will.
🔗 www.heavycrownpress.com/p/catalog-of...
#substack 📡 @SubstackInc
My fictional family is thriving.
I’m somewhere between drafts, coffee, and denial.
It’s fine. Everything’s fine.
Intermission: “The Noise That My Characters Stole.”
My fictional family is thriving.
I’m somewhere between drafts, coffee, and denial.
It’s fine. Everything’s fine.
Intermission: “The Noise That My Characters Stole.”
Author discipline: 0/1
Author discipline: 0/1
Now even the roots are contested ground.
Reality, Rewritten No. 1 — “The Epistemic Cold War”
When authority stops being peer-reviewed and starts being algorithmic, truth itself trembles.
open.substack.com/pub/heavycro...
Now even the roots are contested ground.
Reality, Rewritten No. 1 — “The Epistemic Cold War”
When authority stops being peer-reviewed and starts being algorithmic, truth itself trembles.
open.substack.com/pub/heavycro...
Not everyone survives the blaze.
Some choose the ember instead — the quiet fire that doesn’t consume, the one that keeps meaning alive.
On Dylan, the Landy photograph, and the courage to step back:
Not everyone survives the blaze.
Some choose the ember instead — the quiet fire that doesn’t consume, the one that keeps meaning alive.
On Dylan, the Landy photograph, and the courage to step back:
I’ve been thinking about the stories we inherit—
not the ones told aloud, but the ones carried in silence.
This new piece is written in fragments.
Because that’s how it lived.
The Scapegoat Files.
I’ve been thinking about the stories we inherit—
not the ones told aloud, but the ones carried in silence.
This new piece is written in fragments.
Because that’s how it lived.
The Scapegoat Files.
Zoe’s first love begins quietly — with a poem, a café, and a British editor who sees her for who she is.
Recognition, not rescue.
That’s the signal.
I wrote the impossible conversation.
Mark Twain ends the night with a line that nearly burned the candle down.
I hosted a meta-literary séance and let classic authors “review” The Signal Between Us.
Mark Twain insisted on having the last word.
Obviously.
I wrote the impossible conversation.
Mark Twain ends the night with a line that nearly burned the candle down.
The real world still hasn’t settled healthcare.
New intermission post: “The Noise That My Characters Stole.”
My fictional family is thriving.
I’m somewhere between drafts, coffee, and denial.
It’s fine. Everything’s fine.
Intermission: “The Noise That My Characters Stole.”
The real world still hasn’t settled healthcare.
New intermission post: “The Noise That My Characters Stole.”
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Books with Ducatis (and Maybe Waffles)
Add your favorites: motorcycles, coffee, and love that lingers after breakfast.
👉 goodreads.com/list/show/236675
🏍️🧇☕️
Books with Ducatis (and Maybe Waffles)
Add your favorites: motorcycles, coffee, and love that lingers after breakfast.
👉 goodreads.com/list/show/236675
Family Stories That Stay With You →
www.goodreads.com/list/show/23...
Family Stories That Stay With You →
www.goodreads.com/list/show/23...
From Substack Notes: It’s ironic that the day we make our case against GoodReads, two readers find the signal & deliver 5-star reviews for The Signal Between Us. On GoodReads. Maybe that’s the point: even where there’s noise, the signal can still connect.