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Good Morning Means I Love You by Kendra Allen: A powerful novel about family, freedom, and choosing your own life

Some novels ask readers to reconsider what they think they know about love and family. Good Morning Means I Love You by Kendra Allen does something even more challenging—it asks us to examine the assumptions we carry about motherhood, responsibility, and the roles society expects women to play. Releasing July 7, 2026, Allen’s debut novel is a deeply layered, emotionally rich exploration of one unconventional family and the many forms that love can take.

On the surface, Good Morning Means I Love You tells the story of Rae, Micah, and Noon, three adults who fall in love and intentionally build a life together. Their relationship is unusual by conventional standards, but Allen wisely refuses to make that the central conflict of the novel. The story spends very little time explaining how the trio came together or justifying their relationship. It simply exists.

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Domestic Violence, Essays, Purple, Random Rants

Purple is for Independence

My purple bedroom, complete with Hannah Montana stickers
Here's my purple independence quilt, specially made for me by my mommy.

I never used to like purple. It was always way too girly for me.

When my older son was little, he insisted (much to his father’s chagrin) that his favorite color was purple. My son was about 3 years old when we bought our house. We asked him what color he wanted to paint his room, and he said, “Purple.” His dad threw a fit.

We asked this question again and again, and always the answer remained the same. We eventually painted the poor kid’s bedroom Buzz Lightyear Blue. He was happy enough with the new color, but once in a while, he would confess to me that he really wished it was purple.

Although my son eventually outgrew his purple fetish, the color had begun to grow on me. The fact that my brave little boy could stand up to his dad and keep asking for purple knowing that it would only get him in trouble was a symbol of hope for me. My son had a voice of his own, and he was not afraid to use it. Continue reading “Purple is for Independence” →