As I read , I ache for the woman in this epistolary collection, and for myself: a woman also on this mending journey: trusting the psyche and belly of my forties, "not pregnant and not even almost flat," to be enough. Through meticulously relayed moments of real life-yoga pants and gym glitz, eradication of time barriers synchronizing what was and what is, Kristie Williams narrates the way we hold all the identities we've worn. The way we sometimes slog ahead heavy with doubt until realizing the only way to anywhere worth going means going back. Retrieving and praising the most sacred dear parts of ourselves we left behind is the only path to trusting who we have become. Author of is one woman's journey to define herself on her own terms. It is a peek into the mind of a complex woman who works to overcome other's inability to see that we are all disabled by flawed perceptions. We are human. We are welcomed. We are baptised and buried. And when we arrive on the other side, we are reborn. As she says: "...I am me That is enough." , Providence, RI-May 2021 Kristie L. Williams' debut chapbook is an ambitious collection. She's a master at finding the humor in our human condition, and at the same time, finding the depth in the seemingly mundane. Williams balances wit and woe and doesn't turn away or blink in her honest writing. Just listen to a line from her poem "Watching You Undress Me (A Love Letter To Body Image)," where she writes, "imperfect beauty is comfortable in its own skin."