Every month we’ll share a short piece here — sometimes about the books, more often about the ideas behind them. The people we love. The words we mean to say. The small, ordinary moments that turn out to be the ones we hold onto.
My Red Thread Tales began with one story, written for one small boy. But the reason it exists is much bigger than any single book: there are so many things we mean to say to the people in our lives, and life rarely hands us the moment to say them.
This journal is a quiet place to think about that out loud. We hope something here, now and then, helps you find the words for someone who matters to you.