because a piece of it is in all of us
Today I sent out a new batch of From The Dust. Wow, you guys, I have less than fifteen books left. Thank you all for supporting me, especially during this time of so much uncertainty and heartache. I’m so grateful I’m able to share my words—my life—with you. Below are the words of the dedication page, how this came about and why it matters to me.
“Why don’t you write about it?” Perry said.
“About what?” I asked.
“This. Your life. Everything.”
“Why would anyone want to read about that?”
“Because a piece of it is in all of us.”
This is for the children of the fallen and the brokenhearted, the brothers and sisters of the outcasts, the mothers of the lost, and the fathers of the wayward. This is for anyone who has loved someone despite the deep flaws and cracks in their being. It’s for those who didn’t know their place in the world, but fought like hell to find it. It’s for the ones who have lived off hope because without it they had nothing. And something is always better than nothing, even a little something. This is that little something.
