It's here.

Dear reader,

It’s here.

My Mother Is a Dragonfly is officially out in the world today.

Photo credit: Marine Franck

The seeds of this book were planted before I knew how to write. Sometimes, it feels like it was written before I even got here.

This isn’t an easy book. It’s about childhood sexual abuse, silence, and the life I built to survive what I didn’t know how to face.

But it’s also about what happens when that way of living stops working.

It’s about grief. My relationship with my mother. And the unraveling that forced me to confront everything I had buried.

And it’s about what came after the rupture—not becoming someone new, but remembering who I was before I learned to disappear.

It’s a story of deep harm and betrayal—and of hope, repair, and return.

If you’ve ever had the sense that the life you’re living isn’t quite the one you’re meant for, this book is for you.

If you feel called to read it, you can find it here.

Now that it’s no longer just mine, I’ll share two quotes that meant a lot to me:

“An act of love—toward the past and the future alike.” —Sharon Salzberg, New York Times bestselling author

“Deeply unsettling and profoundly redemptive… a journey that is as raw as it is luminous.” —Seattle Book Review, 5/5 Stars

Thank you for being here to witness this moment with me. It means more than I can put into words.

From the bottom of my heart,
Amy 🤍

About My Mother Is a Dragonfly

What if healing isn’t about fixing what’s broken—but remembering what’s true? A luminous memoir about family fractures, forgiveness, and the miracles that call us back to love.

​​​For decades, Amy Scott Rooker lived split in two: the bright, high-achieving woman everyone saw and the invisible girl inside who carried unspeakable wounds. She tried to outrun the pain with perfection—law school, prestigious jobs, an ever-shrinking body. But underneath it all, she was barely holding on.

Then her mother died. With her death came rupture. The fragile order Amy had built her life around began to crumble. She couldn’t pretend anymore. Something inside her refused. And somehow—her mother did too. Signs began to appear. Dragonflies.

So began Amy’s journey to heal. Through psychedelic medicine, mystical experiences, and unflinching self-inquiry, Amy discovered the strange intelligence of pain—how every hurt can become a doorway, every loss a lantern. She learned to forgive what almost broke her and to love the woman rising from the wreckage.

My Mother Is a Dragonfly is a testament to the fierce, tender work of reclaiming your life—not as a story to be fixed, but as the one you came here to live.