
You win: I have a new book title.
Oh man, I thought I’d ride out my original title to the end. But the people (i.e., YOU) have spoken.
Essays on coercive control, identity, and the work of staying yourself. Repeatedly.

Oh man, I thought I’d ride out my original title to the end. But the people (i.e., YOU) have spoken.

Here’s the book intro to Joy Without Apology that didn’t make it into the most recent edit. I think it will give you a taste of what’s to come.

I spent twenty years looking for community in a cult. It took two ordinary conferences — and everything I’ve learned since escaping — to show me what I’d actually been missing.

For ten years I lived behind chain-link fencing topped with razor wire. Freedom, it turned out, wasn’t waiting on the other side of that fence — it showed up years later, in a coffee shop, with a novel I picked for no reason except that I wanted to.