At eleven years old, I was a civilian in a civil war. My compass was my mother, Gloria — a woman who navigated our family to safety with what seemed like ease, whose stress never showed on her face, and whose guidance was always taught by example.I kept a journal about it for years. But it wasn't until the fall of 2017, after losing Gloria, that the journal became a book. I woke up one morning and wrote for four hours straight, mostly about her. War, Momma, and Me traces my life from the Liberian civil war through immigration to America, spiritual seeking, and self-discovery — held together by the quiet, powerful love of a mother who always said that when your calling shows up, it will be as clear as day.Writing this book was clear as day.