Evolving Reflections

 Yesterday morning, after the rush of getting Squish off to school, I started to work on my manuscript. With coffee in hand, wrapped in my warm, fuzzy blanket, I sat in bed and started typing, Camila right next to me, “typing” on her little laptop she got for her birthday. It was quiet, the kind of silence that lets my thoughts roam. Then, out of nowhere, it hit me—Evolving Reflections.

That’s the name. It just fits. My poetry isn’t about staying in one place. It’s about change—sometimes slow, sometimes messy, but always moving. Every poem is like a mirror, showing a different part of me at different times. There’s sadness, hope, the moments when I feel like I’m losing myself and probably my mind, and the moments when I find something new.

I’ve been through a lot, and I’m still figuring it out. But I know one thing: I’m not who I was yesterday, and tomorrow, who knows who I’ll be. Evolving Reflections captures that—the way I’m always growing and shifting. It’s about the times I feel like I’m going under and the times I somehow float.

This book is a piece of me, a reminder that I’m not stuck in one place. The reflections might be dark or broken sometimes, but they’re always changing, just like me. And that’s what I want to share—how I’m evolving, one poem at a time.