Lara at her desk in a yellow sweater, editing pages by hand beside a stack of her four books, a candle and fresh lilacs.

The Books

Some stories stay with you until you write them down.

Every book on this page started the same way. A question I couldn’t stop thinking about. A story that refused to leave. A quiet moment that asked me to pay attention. Some became books. Others are still scattered across my floor waiting to become whatever they’re meant to be.

Books That Found Their Way Into the World.

Some ideas arrive quietly.

Others follow me around for years before I finally understand what they’re asking me to say.

These are the ones that insisted.

Lara sitting cross-legged on a blanket in a sunlit park, reading The Word You Carry.

The Word You Carry

Because the words you carry become the life you live.

Some books ask you to read from beginning to end. This one simply asks you to begin where you are.

Open to any page. Choose one word. Carry it with you. Sometimes a single word is enough to change the way you walk through an ordinary day.

Lara laughing while signing books at a table, teal blazer, a line of readers waiting behind her.

Chasing Fireflies

Poetry for the parts of us still learning to see.

Some moments are too quiet for a self-help book. They ask for something gentler.

Chasing Fireflies is a collection of poems about grief, hope, love, wonder, courage and the ordinary moments that quietly change us.

Some pages feel like conversations. Others feel like permission to slow down long enough to notice what has been there all along.

It’s the kind of book people leave on a nightstand, tuck into a suitcase or return to whenever life feels heavy and they need a small reminder that beauty still exists.

Lara sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by scattered manuscript pages, peeking over a handful of them.

Currently on My Floor

Not every story is ready for a cover.

Some are still covered in handwritten notes, crossed-out paragraphs and questions I haven’t answered yet.

Those pages are spread across my floor, tucked into notebooks and riding around in my car until I figure out what they’re trying to become.

They’re not finished.

They’re becoming.

Lara laughing over her shoulder, carrying a tall stack of her own books.

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