I didn’t open The Life That’s Waiting expecting to be moved. I opened it the way you open a window at dawn—carefully, unsure whether the air outside will soothe you or make the ache more obvious. Brianna Wiest has a way of meeting readers exactly there, in that fragile moment when holding it all together starts to feel heavier than falling apart. This book didn’t rush me forward. It sat beside me. Quietly. Patiently. Almost insistently.   Wiest has always occupied a curious l

There are books you read. And then there are books that read you. I wasn’t expecting that kind of encounter when I opened The Aware Being Code late one night, intending to sample just a few pages before sleep. But somewhere between the author’s quiet invitation and the mirror it held up to parts of myself I rarely sit with, I found myself wide awake at 3 a.m., staring at the ceiling, asking questions I didn’t know I needed to ask. Questions about purpose. About the wounds we