I'm Susie. I carried my father's box for 24 years. I'm opening it now.
I watched my mother's funeral on my phone from 8,600 miles away. When it ended, I went to the closet and opened the box.
Inside were over a thousand 35mm slides, wrapped in Thai newspaper. My father's photographs. My mother, young and laughing. A life I had never seen.
For 24 years, this waited for me.
Come sit next to me.
Most people will read this story when it's finished. You'll read it while I'm still inside it.
That is your seat at the table.
Her Hands His Eyes is a real-time journal of me writing my memoir as I open the box. Every week, I share what I find before I edit it, before I have answers, before I know how the story ends.
When you join today, you get:
There are already entries waiting for you.
This journal closes when the memoir is finished.
If you want the raw story, this is the only time to get inside.
Duai Khwaam Rak — With Love, Susie