"When are you going to write a book, April?" – everyone, all the time.

Well… I’m finally doing it.
After years of writing love letters—literal and metaphorical—to everyone else, this memoir is a love letter to myself.
It’s not finished yet, but Love Letters from Loftinland is coming together, and I’ve never been more proud of anything I’ve created.

I’ve had one goal my entire adult life: write a memoir. Unfortunately, follow-through isn’t exactly my strong suit. Life, however, has given me plenty of material—a cult-adjacent childhood, brutal and tragic loss (think manslaughter and murder), abuse, cancer, natural disasters, and a near brush with death thanks to a protein bar and my inability to just stop talking. Somehow, all of that has made me both damaged and hilarious.

For years, I toyed with calling this book Blacked Out in a Cul De Sac: The April Loftin Story—because who hasn’t woken up pantsless in a coworker’s bed, missing a hubcap and any memory of the last 12 hours? (Just me? Super.) But as I’ve been unpacking decades of baggage and writing, I realized this memoir wasn’t just about the absurdity of my life—it was about finally figuring out who I am and how to love myself. So it became Love Letters from Loftinland—a book about belonging, self-acceptance, and learning to be my own home.

It’s part Brené Brown’s vulnerability, part David Sedaris’s humor, blending raw introspection with stories about childhood, identity, heartbreak, faith, and teaching. I’ve spent my life telling stories to make people laugh but never truly allowing myself to be vulnerable. That changes with this book.

Love Letters from Loftinland is for anyone who’s ever felt lost, unworthy, or like they weren’t enough. It’s messy, funny, and brutally honest in a way I’ve never been before. I hope it makes you laugh, cry, and maybe even feel a little less alone.

xoarl