A Little Book Update

I touched base with my publisher and received the kind of update that makes everything feel a little more real.

Where the Hummingbirds Landed: The Sea Knew My Name is now with the Publicity team and is provisionally set for a June publication.

June.

There is something tender and almost sacred about that timing. My daughter and my grandson both have birthdays in June, and my daughter has been one of the most instrumental parts of my life, my becoming, and my survival. She has been woven through my story from the very beginning, not just as my child, but as one of the reasons I kept going when life asked more of me than I thought I could carry.

So for this book to be preparing to make its way into the world during her birth month feels deeply meaningful.

This memoir has been many things: a reckoning, a remembrance, a love letter, a wound reopened, a prayer whispered into saltwater. It carries the red clay of my childhood, the ache of survival, the grit of nursing, the tenderness of motherhood, the mystery of grace, and the quiet ways nature kept calling me back to myself.

There were days I wondered if I could finish it. There were days I wondered if I should. But the story kept returning, feather by feather, wave by wave, hummingbird by hummingbird.

And now, this next step is here.

I will share more details as soon as I have them. For now, I am simply standing in gratitude for the journey, for the people who have encouraged me, and for the sacred timing of a June horizon.

The sea knew my name.

And soon, this story will have its wings.