How My Memoir Became Three Books

And Why I Stopped at One

I’ve lived three lives. Not metaphorically—three distinct lives, each with its own geography, its own cast, its own way of breaking me open and putting me back together wrong. When I finally sat down to write about them, I realized they weren’t three separate stories. They were a trilogy.

I called it “The Spaces Between.” The first volume, “Surfing the I…