Deanna Roy

In the life of an epilepsy mom, the longest minute of your life is the one when your child stops breathing. I’ve been through it more than once.  I’ve seen Elizabeth turn completely blue on the floor of a restaurant. I’ve dried her off, shivering, after seizing in a downpour at Disneyland. I’ve snatched her(…)

Late last year, I was contacted by Radish, a reading app for phones, asking to publish a long serialized version of my series that begins with Forever Innocent. With six books, they told me, I would have a successful run with their readers. So in January, we began the process of breaking the books into(…)

Sometimes the people who become your best friends are who’d you expect. The kid your age who ends up living next door. The neighborhood family expecting a baby the same time as you. A coworker you laugh with at lunch. But then there are the ones who are only on the periphery of your life(…)

I haven’t written a Deanna-book in a while, as I’ve been focused on branded pen names that write very specific types of books. The Sweetest Match and The Perfect Disaster both take place in the fall of 2018 in Applebottom, Missouri. The two books can be read in any order and are completely standalone. You(…)

I’ve never had a book more people have asked for than this one! A couple years ago, before we adopted Little Dude, I typed up the very first conversation between him and Elizabeth. We were out walking, hoping to find a good spot to view the super moon. It went like this: Eliza: Look at(…)

It’s here! My mission to help grieving moms through story has come to its conclusion! The rainbow baby is often the end of the grief journey, even though losing a child to miscarriage or stillbirth or infant death is forever part of your life story, one that will create feelings of sorrow at unexpected moments(…)

When I lost my first baby, I didn’t think at the time I might one day write about it. I was so alone in the world. I had just quit my job to be a mom. My Bunco group had turned into an endless series of baby showers for its members. That was treacherous territory(…)