Somewhat predictably, I have been putting pen to paper since my first breakup, squirreling away words for years before finding the courage to let them surface. Spanning loves and losses, cities and countries, hotel rooms and open fields, these texts have been amassed without a goal in mind until now.

I have been a store girl and an office bird and a milkmaid. I have moved for love and thrown it away too many times to count, until finally embracing adulthood with a home, a husband and a daughter in the space of one year. I am at once both settled and restless, grounded and searching, content and striving.

And so it goes.