That’s what it took to write At Mama Feely’s Feet: Trauma, Truth, and the Journey Back to Ourselves.
This wasn’t just a writing project. It was a pilgrimage.
A reckoning with history.
A wrestling with memory.
A sacred conversation with God, my ancestors, and the parts of myself I thought were too broken to speak.
There were drafts I deleted through tears.
Chapters I rewrote when I healed just a little more.
Moments I questioned whether I was qualified to tell this story at all.
But every time I came close to giving up, I remembered:
This story isn’t just mine. It belongs to every Black woman who’s ever asked, “Who am I beneath the survival?”
At Mama Feely’s Feet took five years because healing takes time.
Because telling the truth with tenderness takes time.
Because I wanted to get it right—not just factual, but faithful.
📖 The book is finally done.
Preorders begin Juneteenth 2025.
And I can’t wait to place it in the hands of those who need it most.