Author: Lynn A. Haller

My friend was sure she spotted my nephew's blue Mustang. She was wrong. Three eagles and a mailbox later, I learned something about Clarity and the stories our parts tell.

I spent months searching for the right illustrator. Art schools, Fiverr, Facebook groups. Then one night, too tired to keep looking, I closed my laptop and opened it one more time.

My sister and I volunteered at a sea turtle sanctuary in Mexico. Checking nests, holding hatchlings, and watching them crawl toward the ocean taught me something about Connectedness.

A cactus doorknob meme, a new friendship, and two therapists being creative on a random afternoon. This is the story of how The Hallway of Doorknobs became a book.

I walked into a nearly empty room with the cast of Dexter and almost left. But curiosity pulled me into a conversation about trauma I could have missed.

My supervisor said it was Draw a Bird Day. I didn't believe him. But the story behind it, and the night my daughter and I drew birds on the carpet, changed how I think about Creativity.

Standing 200 meters above the rainforest, I learned courage isn't waiting for fear to disappear. It's letting go anyway. A story about ziplining and healing.

Three toddlers, one ice cream stand, and a parking lot meltdown that taught me more about Calmness than any day I got it right.

I left a 15-year career, moved back to Pennsylvania, and started over. A friend named Cindy helped me access the confidence my fearful parts couldn't see.