The second part of Searching for Faerie, Finding Me is not a happy part of the story. The dark and difficult search for answers at a time when hope is hidden and there is only uncertainty is an uncomfortable state. But happiness is never quite as bright without the experience of some dark times as contrast. We understand light because we have experienced darkness. We appreciate the hills because we have valleys. The morning is a welcome sight after the long hours of darkness.

As I prepare to share the first part of the book Searching for Faerie, Finding Me, I feel deep gratitude — not only for the finished book, but for the first few lines that allowed the entire story to emerge. Before there was a complete story, illustrated pages, or a second edition, there were only a few words that came to me unexpectedly in the middle of the night. I still remember exactly where I was. It was around three o’clock in the morning, and I was working a private-du

Three years ago, I completed the first edition of Searching for Faerie, Finding Me. Finishing it was an accomplishment—the moment I fulfilled my dream of self-publishing a book . That first edition gave me the courage to begin the slow process of birthing into the world and eventually growing a book. Time passed that allowed me to zoom out, and now see with better focus. Looking back now, I can see where the writing could be stronger and where the illustrations, though meanin