When I was 25 years old, I wrote my first book. By the time I was 26 I’d sent it off to a friend of mine who happened to be an editor for a publishing company in New York. And while the editor friend loved the book, my boyfriend at that time did not, and so I shelved it in the pursuit of a delusion called love.

Ironically, the book I Forgot To Tell You We Broke Up is all about the relationships that have failed in my past. Now, almost two decades later, I’ve recovered it from depths of my life and I’m excited to publish it in anyway I can. So we’ll start here!