To Recap…

From my Instagram pages: written at 11:59pm on December 31, 2024, aka, my last moment before becoming a published author

My little love: for ever so long, I’ve held you in my heart and let you steep so so deep that you are now a part of my marrow. I’ve worried and prayed, panicked and celebrated, wished for our best outcome and hoped these intentions will ring true for somebody somewhere who needs you.

You are not like the others and neither am I and for that, I am proud to stand together in this moment. You’ve brought me to the realization that square pegs are aight. We cut a needed shape in a world that might not get us. But we get us. I’m good, love. You’ve taught me this.

And so, here you are now. Birthed by a weirdo author on a weirdo author’s mission: “weave a finance/history/feminism book together but try and make it fun. Maybe even try and make it a beach read.” Whether the whole wide world “gets” you or not, whether we get roses or tomatoes tossed our way, I do believe the right ones are coming. They will get you.

Thank you for the changes to my mindset and for bringing new artistic perspective. I owe you for everything you’ve brought to me along this wild and craggy pathway together. Thank you for being my heart and soul medicine yet never completely dulling my ache. Thank you for the lessons and the laughs. Thank you for the triumphs and the tears. For eight long years, you’ve given me such a trip. You’ve also given me my voice and reminded me who the hell I am. You are my wildest, most impossible childhood dream coming to full fruition. Such magic. PERIODT.

Now, it’s time for me to nestle you in and hold you as tightly as I can—take in your intoxicating new book smell— for one last moment before I finally let you slip away to weave your own magic out there on your own terms.

Mahalo, #LeBook
And may you soar 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽
Give Her Credit, officially out now wherever your finest and favorite books can be purchased.

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