Of the pressure capable of breaking us, | I say we make diamonds. |
"A memoir and a mirror that pushes the bruises of motherhood and bears witness to the ghosts that it conjures— across time and in the body. This is a book full of guts, and grit, and grace ... of vision and viscera. A soulful and delicious read."
DESCRIBE THE BOOK
THAT TOOK OVER
FOUR YEARS TO WRITE
IN TWO SENTENCES,
THEY SAID.
We Make Diamonds is a memoir in poems that explores the quiet ache of motherhood, memory, and loss. It traces the spaces between what was, what never came to be, and what still lives on : a tender, haunting exploration of grief and transformation. Each piece is a fragment, together forming something whole, something unbreakable.