Before there was a book, there was a song

I wrote a memoir about the years I spent answering to every name but my own.

Somewhere in the middle of writing it, a song arrived — the same story, but stripped down to the part that couldn’t be said in prose. I’ve listened to it more times than I can count. It’s the closest thing I have to a map of how I found my way back.

I’d like you to have it.

It’s yours free. No purchase, no obligation. Just the song, and an invitation — if it lands somewhere true in you, there’s more where it came from.

What You’ll Get

• The song — full recording, yours to download and keep

• The Starting From Wisdom letters — occasional notes on coming home to yourself after fifty

• First word when the memoir finds its home, and first seat when classes open