It is an untraditional choice for an author to introduce a character at the end of the story, but I made an exception for Chris. Christopher Asahanta Woolf — was my son. At twenty-four, my beautiful, athletic, entertaining, and playful boy chose to take his own life. He died on July 11, 2020, just days…

Years ago, I worked in Ireland on a fashion photoshoot. (That sounds so pretentious, but I was just a glorified baggage handler. But yes, it was awesome!) Our charming bus driver began to sing to us on the bus ride back to the hotel—traditional Irish pub songs for swinging a pint and others that broke…

Good question. In short, I wrote the book I needed to read. There are days when I wish we were all labeled with one identity. How many online surveys do we entertain in order to be sorted into categories? (I’m a Ravenclaw, Sanguine, Wind, Otter, Phoebe, Cheese Pizza, Pisces.) We want all the best parts…