xo Suzanne

Now, seven issues later, I’m so convinced that I’ve begun looking over my shoulder hoping I might catch a glimpse of the very clever spies who continue capturing my everyday thoughts and dreams, before releasing them onto the pages of Bella Grace like intricate drops of dew across a spider’s web, for all the world to see.

How else could you and Kellene know about the late night conversations of my yearning to move to the country as I run my hand across the half finished letter on my nightstand? It’s as though a mystical faerie fluttering outside the window already knew I’d finish writing my letter over morning coffee, so that I might read just long enough to be carried into the pages of an enchanting forest, gently hugging my novel moments later – fast asleep.

I am Bella Grace, you are Bella Grace, and now all the other wonderful people reading for the first time are discovering they too, are Bella Grace. No other collective journal has ever capture our spirits and thoughts with such eloquence and beauty. Thank you!