When I first saw the final cover art for Letters from Willow Creek, I loved it. The colors, the light, her quiet strength. But I didn’t realize what made it feel so personal—until I showed it to my daughter.
She took one look and said, “Mom… she looks like you.”
And I blinked. Because she was right.
No, it’s not a portrait. It’s not even meant to be me. But the expression, the posture, the heart of her? That woman with her hair gently blowing back, standing still but ready—that’s a version of me I rarely let anyone see.
The one who stayed and loved and carried and hoped. The one who finally said yes to starting again. The one who walked through real sorrow—and still wanted to believe in love.
I didn’t ask the cover designer to make her look like me. But somehow, in all the layers of storytelling and design… a piece of me made it through into this cover. She looks like me.
And maybe that’s how you’ll recognize her too.
She came for his brother. She stayed for him.
And in doing so, she found herself again.
You’ll meet Clara soon. I hope you see yourself in her, too.
—Juliet
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