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Writing a children's book is a journey full of heart. But sometimes the road takes a turn you didn't plan for. Book 2 is coming — the story, the message, the love behind it is all there. But I'm facing something I wasn't prepared for: I've lost contact with my illustrator. First, to her — I genuinely hope she's okay. People matter far more than projects.

Our home is a celebration. It is the joy of two histories, two cultures, two ways of understanding the world — all held together by an extraordinary amount of love. Raising a Black and Asian family is a gift. But it is also a responsibility. Our children are not half of anything. They are wholly themselves. Wholly Black. Wholly Asian. Wholly loved. You are not too complicated. You are beautifully, perfectly whole.

Representation in children's literature is not a trend. It is not a checkbox. It is a fundamental need. When a child opens a book and sees a character who looks like them, who lives in a family like theirs — something powerful happens. They feel validated. They feel visible. They feel worthy of being the main character in a story. Books are not just entertainment. For a child, a book can be a mirror, a window, and a door.

Before A Family Full of Love existed, there was a Facebook post. It was June 2, 2020 — a moment when the world felt impossibly heavy. I never imagined that something I wrote from the heart would resonate the way it did. But that outpouring of support gave me the courage to keep writing — and eventually, to create a book where every child can see themselves reflected. Every journey has a beginning. For this one, it started with a single post.

I'll be upfront with you: this website has existed for two years, and this is my very first blog post. I know! But I've been busy — sharing my book at schools, doing read-alouds, and connecting with families who needed to hear that their story matters. There were always stories I wanted to tell, moments worth writing down. So here I am, finally starting from the very beginning. Better late than never, right?