About
These are the memoirs I’ve been working on, in the dark, for years. I bring them here — fragments of mirror and broken china — offered on an open palm.
They are books, yes. But they are written experimentally, sometimes strangely. Story assembling itself before our eyes — yours and mine — out of order, yet held together by the deep integrity of its own structure.
It will be messy. It will be disorganized. But it will also be alive, emergent, different. This is not a finished artifact; it’s an invitation to witness something being born.
Some of these are brand new. Some have been with me for years — almost fully written, living in my notebooks. Something has shifted in me. It’s time to bring them out into the light.
Stories are living beings. And these — they’re wriggly and wild. By writing them out here, I’m hoping to contain and capture the magic. And there is so much magic in them.
So I begin. Willing to move through it. Willing to be surprised — again and again — by the joy that hides in the ache.
With big love, Amy
The Books
These links will take you to the chapter index for each project. It’s a long list — I know. These books have developed together, over time. They’re growing up and out of the house together now. What’s actively moving on any given month will shift. This work is making itself through me.
Two projects about the same thing
All Is Not Lost — Return to the Wild Dreaming. A journey through the wound to the treasure — the only way to restore and re-enchant the world. Written in secret dream language, for the lost creative, the seeker of light, the lonely wanderer looking for soul friends. For the wounded dreamer.
We Are Going to Do Something Hard Now — A field guide for moving from one reality to another. It begins with a stroke, yes — and with a pandemic, and with the particular terror of a world that has stopped making sense. But it’s really about the field that holds us through all of it. A field that is never punitive, never harsh, always realigning toward love. This book and All Is Not Lost are siblings — same destination, different roads.
Autobiography of a Soul Caller — This is how I remember it. The gifts and challenges I was born with. The early foundations of the work I do today. Owning my own quiet power for the first time in my life.
The Book of Light and Miracles — In which, I go back to find my mother. A painter and a poet who hid her most important messages inside her artwork — one line per canvas, waiting for someone to gather them. A detective story, a love story, and a mystery still unfolding.
The Book of Splendor — My walking book. Notes on becoming, set against a pandemic and a world teetering. Always framed by nature, the body, the mystical texts — and the miraculous text of reality itself. Circling the mystery until it opens.
Cross Country — A forty-day journey from New York to Los Angeles in my mother’s car. A road memoir. Big Sky. Rocky Mountains. Grand Canyon. Motels and altitude sickness and how it all made me brave.
The End of Men — My dad and me. How we came back together. How my parents divorced. What that made of them — and me. I was in the middle of my own life. Something was ending. Something was beginning. I didn’t have words for it yet.
Houses We Did Not Buy — All the houses we looked at, all those years. Not one of them did we buy. A marriage. Two children. An architect who dreams in blueprints. A writer who aches for a room of her own. A romance. With houses. With each other. How we rented, and loved, and lived the rest of our lives.
Natalie Runs Away — The novel that I wrote at thirty-five and threw away. And then re-discovered in a box my mother kept for me. Imperfect but luminous and full of wisdom about the person I was — and the person I became.
The Wild Book — A nest that is making itself around me. Treasure and twigs, stones and sand. This one is writing itself. I try to keep up.
About Me
I am a writer and teacher, weaving memoir, myth, and everyday life into one field of story. For years, I’ve guided circles, written books, and listened for the patterns between things. Before this work, I spent two decades as a magazine editor, ghostwriting thousands of true stories — first-person accounts of miraculous encounter.
Now, I am gathering my own.
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Subscribe and you’ll walk with me as these fragments assemble. You’ll receive each new post directly — a chapter, a shard, a field note, whatever’s arriving.
You’ll be part of the circle: others reading along, reflecting in the comments, holding the thread with their presence.
You’ll have the archive — the whole growing nest of it — as the books gather themselves into being.
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With big love, Amy
I’ve marked the links I’m uncertain about with the best URL I could construct from patterns in what you’ve shared. Check them before publishing — especially AOASC, Cross Country, WAGTDSHN, and Book of Splendor. Those section URLs I had to guess at.
Go find something beautiful.
