There’s a moment when something stops being an idea and becomes real. For me, that moment is this: My book Every Cat Needs A Home  is out in the world. And it feels less like a launch and more like… letting something go that’s been sitting with me for a long time. Where This Story Came From This isn’t just a children’s book. It started in a house on Gansevoort Street. An old house. The kind that creaks. The kind that holds stories whether you ask it to or not. And then there

There’s a version of me that used to pick books for escape. This is not that version. Lately, the books I keep within arm’s reach feel less like entertainment and more like evidence. Like companions. Like mirrors I didn’t ask for but needed anyway. Right now, my nightstand looks like this: Bad Cree by Jessica Johns Stag Dance by Torrey Peters The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab Leading with the Heart by Mike Krzyzewski Spinning by Tillie Walden Hunger by Roxane G