Between The Posts

Between the Posts by Jodi Chow is not told in chapters—it unfolds in moments. Tiny, glittering, scrollable moments. The kind you think you'll skim… and then suddenly it's 2 a.m., and you're still there, smiling at your screen. This is a book made of captions and confessions, of fragments that somehow form a whole. It's an autobiography that doesn't ask to be read in order, only to be felt as it comes—like scrolling through someone's soul, one honest, luminous post at a time. By the end, you won't just feel like you've read Jodi Chow's story. You'll feel like you've been sitting beside her all along—laughing, wondering, and learning how to find small sparks of joy in your own everyday pages. ? Across two years of posts, Jodi invites you into a life that feels both beautifully ordinary and quietly magical. One day it's a full-length poem about rain tapping Morse code on her window. The next, a short story about a girl who befriends her own shadow. Then a simple post—just a sentence or two—that somehow lands exactly where your heart needed it. Her autobiography doesn't march forward in straight lines. It loops, it dances, it doubles back for late-night thoughts and early-morning revelations. You watch her grow not through grand declarations, but through small shifts: the way her words soften, the way her humor deepens, the way she learns to sit with herself—and then gently laugh about it. There are grocery lists that turn into poems. Commutes that become quiet meditations. Strangers who flicker briefly into stories and somehow stay with you. And threaded through it all is Jodi's unmistakable voice—playful, tender, a little mischievous—reminding you that life doesn't need to be extraordinary to feel enchanted.