Heart to Heart
There’s something about a paperback that feels deeply personal.
Maybe it’s the way it bends gently in your hands.
The way it softens with use.
The way it begins to carry the fingerprints of the people who read it.
A hardcover feels like a keepsake.
But a paperback feels like something meant
to be carried.
Tucked into a tote bag.
Resting on a porch table beside morning tea.
Waiting patiently on a nightstand.
Brought along to a doctor’s office,
a trip,
a quiet afternoon at the beach
or in the mountains,
or tucked beside you in a cozy coffee shop corner.
It feels giftable, lendable, markable, underlinable—a companion copy for the journey.
“.. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘺. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷 𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘑𝘰𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘶𝘱 ..
𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦."
𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘩: 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 ~ 𝘊𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘢 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘪
And maybe that’s why holding this one close, cheek to cover, felt so special to me.
Like finally cradling something I labored over and now get to send farther into the world, hand to hand, heart to heart.
For those who’ve been waiting,
it’s now available in paperback too 🤍📖




























































