Coming Home to Healing: A Book Signing That Met Me Deeply
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- 3 days ago
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This weekend in Cameron was more than a book signing—it was a healing homecoming that met me in places I didn’t even know needed tending.
People didn’t just attend.
They arrived with stories, with truth, with heart.
A male caregiver stood at my table and admitted he hadn’t taken a moment for himself in so long. He said he came because he needed a breath—a place where someone could see him for a change.
And in that moment, he let himself exhale.
Another woman approached me with tears in her eyes, talking about the quiet distance within her family. She said the words in my book felt like someone had finally named what she’d been carrying alone.
And then there was the story that shook me—the one about the little “chubby” girl who walked into cheer camp years ago with hesitation written across her whole body. Her mother said I grabbed her daughter’s hand, looked her in the eye, and told her she belonged.
But I didn’t just say it—
I made sure she felt it the entire week.
Her mother said her daughter has carried that moment for years.
She tells her own girls about it now.
And that mother came to the signing to buy a book as a surprise birthday gift for her daughter—the girl who once needed courage and found it in my voice.
I had no words.
Just a full heart and a quiet knowing that leadership, healing, and purpose show up even when we don’t realize it.
The turnout itself was deeply meaningful—educators, community leaders, former coaches, mentors, classmates’ families, and new supporters packed the room. My classmate hosted it at venue that represents the rebirth and revitalization of downtown. My dad was here. My aunt brought my favorite, her miniature pecan pies. And even though I wished my mom were here physically, her presence was everywhere… undeniable.
And this homecoming isn’t over.
Tonight, I’ll speak at the National Honor Society Induction—a beautiful close to a powerful, Yoemen-filled weekend. #YoePrideNeverDies
This is what I know:
Healing happens in community.
Legacy is carried in the stories people tell about you long after you leave the room.
And purpose will always mirror itself back to you at the exact moment you need it most.
Photos, reflections, and childhood memories are coming to my Stories next.
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