I’m Barbara - a mother, a poet, a woman who turned grief into growth and pain into presence.
I write for the ones who wake before the world does - exhausted, but still choosing love.
For those carrying quiet heartbreaks, healing in silence, learning to rise - not harder, but softer.
If you’ve ever whispered, “Will I ever feel like myself again?” - I’ve been there too.
I don’t have all the answers. But I have my words.
And I believe that words - when rooted in truth - can hold us, heal us, and bring us home to ourselves.
My books are written from the mess, the middle, the rebirth. They are soft reminders. Sacred mirrors. Love letters to the ones who are still becoming.
I’m honoured you're here.
Take what you need. Leave what you don’t.
And always - come as you are.
A glimpse from my writing desk. Let it land where you need it.
