I Don’t is a profoundly hopeful love letter to women. It’s a rallying cry to reclaim our right to be the authors, not just of our own perceptions, but of our own stories.
I Don’t is a message passed back to our foremothers to let them know that we have Harald them, and it’s a message sent forward to our daughters to urge them to keep going.
I Don’t is a book about seeing. It’s a book about knowing.
