A man who learns he has a 5-year-old son is caught between the life he knows and a life he may not yet be ready for. I’m Not Saying, I’m Just Saying is a raw, honest look at parenting, commitment, morality, and the spaces that grow between and within us when we don’t know what to say.

“An absolute stunner of a novel… as if to say: This, this is life! And we are all, in one way or another, survivors.”
– Kathy Fish, author of Together We Can Bury It

“Poetic, unforgettable, shot through with fury and yearning… captures in clear and chilling flashes our capacity for the cruelty and tenderness of love.”
–Catherine Chung, author of Forgotten Country

“[Reveals] both the people we have been, and the better people we might be lucky enough to one day hope to become.”
– Matt Bell, author of In the House upon the Dirt between the Lake and the Woods

“The messiness of life, family, love in its myriad complex forms… a pointillist masterpiece.”
– Marie Myung-Ok Lee, author of Somebody’s Daughter

“Provocative, beautiful, and at times, brutally raw… these vignettes build with tension and trepidation, until we, like the members of this reluctant, fractured family, realize the weight, burden and comfort that only comes from finally belonging.”
– Aimee Phan, author of The Reeducation of Cherry Truong