Ever since I was a little girl I have been curious about life and what follows. My beautiful mother fed this passion. She put books in my hands and listened endlessly to my imaginative stories. If I wasn't outside burying treasure or hiding out in my secret tree fort, you would find me reading, writing and day-dreaming in the comfortable, pea-green chair in our living room.
What began as unspeakable grief over losing my Mom, first developed into The Next Room Podcast. Then, over the years since she had disappeared from sight, our story continued to evolve and unfold. It would overrun me many times, like a puzzle with endless pieces scattered across 10 years of memories, two laptops, and numerous journals. Baffled but driven, I started to collect these fragments and gradually put them together.
Our book, The Next Room takes you on a metaphysical journey of our relationship which has inexplicably grown stronger through death.