Rooted With You
The Always Again Saga #3
As the seasons begin to shift around them, Lily and Poppy move beyond chance and into choice, building a life that deepens with every turning. What once felt like fate becomes something steadier, something rooted: a love that grows because they keep choosing it.
Every Forecast, You
The Always Again Saga #2
In a seaside cottage where the weather seems to know their names, Lily and Poppy discover that staying can be just as strange as finding each other. As the house begins to echo their love back to them, romance turns domestic, uncanny, and impossible to ignore.
Coordinates for Two
The Always Again Saga #1
Across continents, Lily and Poppy keep finding each other in places that feel just outside of time. What begins as chance becomes something harder to outrun: a love that keeps returning.
Waffling in the House of Her
In a stilted chapel at the edge of the desert, a woman finds twenty-nine versions of the same lost love waiting in the pews for her. What unfolds is a surreal reckoning with memory, repetition, and the stories we keep revising when we cannot bear to let them die.
She Was Waiting in the Hollywood Sign
A woman climbs to the Hollywood sign and slips into another version of Los Angeles, where time moves softly, art still matters, and her life has already unfolded into something fuller than the one she left behind. Waiting there is a woman who knows her by heart, and a future that asks what she is finally willing to choose.
Static at the Edge of 29 Palms
In a desert where time stutters and the sky can’t hold itself together, a woman is confronted by a woman who insists they’ve done this before. This time, remembering might be the only way to stop losing her.
Writing The California Fever Dream
“Outside, the sky began changing colors like it was unsure which version of the sunset to run. A Joshua Tree caught fire, silently. Beautifully. And then reassembled itself in reverse.”
— Static at the edge of 29 Palms
“She could taste the day. Hot pennies. Sunscreen. The faint chemical sweetness of melted plastic… She told herself this was normal. California normal. A climate that didn’t ask permission.”
— What California Makes
“The heat was biblical and immediate. By the time she had crossed the wash and climbed the low rise beyond it, her shirt was sticking to her back and her thoughts had gone strangely bright around the edges.”