Willow & Words
Journal
Reflections on writing, reading, and the stories that shape us.
Recent Entries
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The Kind of Grief That Lives Alongside Love
I don’t think I understood grief until I became a mom. I knew what it meant to lose someone. I knew the…
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There Is No Timeline for Becoming Yourself
I spent a long time believing I was supposed to have everything figured out by a certain age. A career. A direction.…
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I Hope My Children Remember the Little Things
Sometimes I wonder what my children will remember about their childhood. Will they remember the birthday decorations I stayed up too late…
From the desk
A story is just a letter you write to a reader you haven’t met yet. I keep writing until the prairie wind carries it home.
— Kennedy Tessier
Letters from the Prairie
Once a month I send a quiet note — early cover reveals, half-finished thoughts, and the small things that make their way into the books. Come sit with us a while.
No noise, no spam. Just letters, whenever the words are ready.
