Reservation Under My Name

Ive spent decades making other peoples dreams come true while burying my own. Now, the man who swears he loves me has crafted a perfect life-just not for me. And Im finally waking up to realize what its costing me.

Im 44. Driven. Ambitious. And killing it at work. But...Im utterly exhausted. Stepping away from my structured and successful life for my first solo trip rips open the truth.

A quiet unease. Questions I cant shake.

For the first time, Im not managing anyone elses expectations but my own and I must confront a burning question: whose future have I been building all along?

If "Eat. Pray. Love." and "Waiting to Exhale" came together for a book, this would be it.