Hello, friends!

I wanted to fill you in on a couple updates. A second edition of The Weight of a Thousand Oceans is underway and will be released to the world on July 13th! The storyline has not changed, but I have given the prose a bit of a polish, added book club questions and the first three chapters of Book Two to the back.

The first edition of Oceans is no longer available for purchase. However, should anyone be interested in the next edition, it is available for pre-sale on Amazon (Kindle only at the moment – print version will be available shortly).

For those of you who already own the first edition, the book club questions and opening chapters of Book Two will be posted to this website. I will be sure to let you know when they are up!

There is a lot happening behind the scenes at the moment. This has moved the release date of Book Two from mid-June to early August. Since I am the queen of impatience, this has not been an easy pill to swallow, but I strongly believe it will be worth it. Thank you for understanding.

As always, I will be shouting any new updates from the rooftops. I am BEYOND excited to share the next installment of this story with you! Stay tuned... 

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It’s happening again.

Her nightmares have been occurring more and more. No matter how hard Maia tries, she can’t seem to escape them. They chase her into the deepest recesses of her mind, smashing through locked doors and hidden rooms, mercilessly dragging out everything she’s fought her entire life to forget.

She recognizes this wild and foreboding forest trail where she now stands—knows every detail of it with every cell of her being. She’s familiar with every green vein of each fluttering leaf, and every knotted and twisted branch snaking deep across the path. She’s walked this passageway thousands of times throughout her twenty years of life. Each night, when it greets her in her dreams, she knows her mother will be waiting for her on the other side.
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And she knows what she’ll be expecting.

 It was the summer of 2018.

I had just finished writing my second book and was polishing the first half as much as possible so my husband could read it (and love it) while I was away and then give me his unending adoration for writing such a beautifully articulated story.

I left. I saw my family. I came home again.

But my husband did not completely love the first half of my book.

He enjoyed it, but had a few constructive critiques for me. They were good critiques - really good, and only a few. But all I could hear, deep inside, drumming like a mantra was;

I knew I wasn’t good enough. And I was right.

I didn’t touch my book again for an entire year.