Across fragments of memory, collage, essay, poetry, and intimate inquiry, I Fed My Name to Ghosts traces the inheritances that move through family: memory, myth, silence, and the body's insistence on speaking a language we often to not understand.

 

What emerges is not a single narrative but a constellation of returns, where personal experience meets the collective and ancestral echoes surface through repetition, rupture, and recognition.

 

Part memoir, part artistic investigation and transgenerational therapy, this book invites readers into territories of motherhood, exile, illness, loss, and repair, exploring what it means to live at the edges of belonging, inheritance and identity.