Memoir · Book Two
Pendingno date set
Two governments had to sign off before I could call this a marriage.
I landed at JFK in 2005 with three dollars, a bandura, and a folder of documents. Eleven years later a stranger across a desk decided whether the man I had married counted as my husband. This is the decade between — immigration and love as the one story they always were.
50 chapters · 116,631 words · manuscript finished, publication date not set
By the author of The Misadventures of a Ukrainian Orphan
The first line
“The soft hum of my laptop is the only sound in the room as midnight settles across the windows.”
Read it here
Six complete chapters, not samples. No download and no app — pick one and read it in the page.
What it is really about
Not by a lover — by a government. The book is built around rooms where someone with a folder decides whether your life is real.
Marry young, raise children, retire. Almost nobody I knew could follow that pattern, and I spent years trying to reconcile the contradiction.
I ended my first book as though the hard part was over. Life does not care where you place your endings.
Where it happens
Five rooms, and the weather in each.
An orphanage where the winters were harsh enough to wear a hat and scarf indoors.
Three dollars, a bandura, and a folder of documents nobody back home believed in.
Two careful messages, a dollar movie ticket, and a seat chosen so I could watch the door.
California ruled on the fifteenth of May — two years to the day since we became a couple.
DOMA falls and the paperwork begins. Belonging somewhere is mostly an administrative act performed by people who are very tired.
Open it anywhere
Not chosen to sell you anything. Lifted straight out of the manuscript, wherever they fell.
Your story world
Three vocabularies run through this book. None of them are explained away.
The manuscript, measured
Counted from the finished manuscript — 7,544 sentences of it.
Published-prose check: 0 of 7,665 sentences in this manuscript appear in my first book. Verified mechanically, every build.
Before you start
Content notes. This book contains an orphanage and institutional neglect, a DUI arrest and a night in a cell, financial loss, and religious shame around sexuality. None of it is written for shock, and none of it is skipped.
Bonus material
Written for one person, years before there was a manuscript. They go to the launch list, not to a shop.
One email. Nothing else, ever.
One email
No newsletter, no drip sequence. The first chapter now, and one message the day the book exists.