Stories shape us.
Here’s a glimpse behind mine.

My Dyslexic Husband was born from a desire to understand — to make sense of the spaces where love and language misfired, where connection slipped through the cracks, where resilience had to grow in the unseen places.

This section offers a look behind the memoir: what inspired it, how it came to be, and the journey of voice and healing that continues still.

Whether you’re here because you’ve lived something similar, because you’re curious, or because you’re quietly gathering courage to tell your own story — welcome.

I’m honored to walk a few steps with you.