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09/14/2026

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09/10/2026

ONE MONTH. 💜

I can finally show you the cover.

One month from today.

October 10, 2026.

For most people, it will simply be another Saturday.

For me, it will mark sixteen years since I stepped into baptismal water at thirty-five years old—surrounded by family, carrying years of fear, rejection, questions, mistakes, faith, and a desperate need to know one thing:

How did God see me?

I had no idea then that sixteen years later, I would be telling the story of everything it took to get me to that water.

For months, I have been writing pieces of my life that I never imagined I would put on paper—some beautiful, some painful, and some I spent years trying to forget.

In His Eyes: 10 • 10 • 10 is the first part of my memoir.

It is the story of a little boy growing up in a Southern Baptist family who knew he was different long before he understood what that difference meant.

The teenager who learned how quickly home could stop feeling safe.

The nineteen-year-old who left with nowhere permanent to land.

The young man who found family in unexpected places, built businesses, created beautiful things for other people, fell in love, lost love, survived things he rarely talked about, and kept searching for peace.

It is a story about family and faith.
About fear and survival.
About rejection and belonging.
About flowers, chosen family, love, loss, forgiveness, and grace.

But underneath all of it was one question I spent years trying to answer:

How did God see me?

There is a line in the book that has stayed especially close to me:

“Maybe I had simply been trying to grow in soil that was never meant for me.”

I think, in many ways, that one sentence explains why I needed to write this book.

For months, I have been sitting with memories I hadn’t visited in years. I’ve laughed while writing some chapters. I’ve cried through others. I’ve questioned whether certain stories belonged on the page at all.

But all 51 chapters eventually led me back to the same date.

10 • 10 • 10.

My past shaped me.
The struggle nearly broke me.
But neither got to define me.

This book is not the story of a perfect life.

It is the story of a life that kept going.

And exactly one month from today, on a date that changed my life sixteen years ago, I get to share that story with you.

For the first time, other people will be able to hold it in their hands.

That is exciting.

That is terrifying.

And it may be one of the most important things I have ever done.

IN HIS EYES: 10 • 10 • 10
by Jason E. Howard

Releasing October 10, 2026.
10 • 10 • 26

This is the cover.
This is my story.
And in one month, it becomes yours to read. 💜

One month.

I think I’m finally ready.

— Jason E. Howard

09/06/2026

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09/05/2026

BEFORE THERE WAS A STORY TO TELL, THERE WAS THIS LITTLE BOY.

Surrounded by family. Carefree. Completely unaware of all the life that was waiting for him.

He didn’t yet understand what it would mean to be different. He didn’t know there would come a time when he would wonder where he belonged—or whether there would always be a seat at the table for him.

He didn’t yet understand the judgment and shame that could become tangled with faith—or how difficult it would sometimes be to separate what he had been taught about God from what he would eventually come to believe for himself.

He didn’t know there would come a day when the home he had grown up in would no longer be his home.

He didn’t know about the rejection.
The leaving.
The nights when he wouldn’t know where he belonged—or where he would sleep.

He didn’t know how many people he would lose along the way, or how some of the people he had yet to meet would become the family he chose.

He didn’t know that flowers would give him a place to bloom.

And he couldn’t possibly have known that one day, hundreds of miles from where this picture was taken, the beautiful East Coast, in Charleston, would give him a place to breathe, to pray, to heal—and eventually, a place to write it all down.

When I started writing In His Eyes: 10·10·10, I thought I was writing about the man I had become.

Somewhere along the way, I realized I was also writing for this little boy in the photo.

The one who didn’t yet understand what it would mean to be different.
The one who didn’t know there would be times he would have to fight simply to belong.
The one who had no idea how many times life would knock him down—or how many times he would somehow get back up.

Looking at this picture now, at fifty-one years old, I wish I could tell him just one thing:

KEEP GOING.

There is so much life waiting for you.

Some of it will break your heart.
Some of it will save you.
And one day, you will finally be ready to tell the story.

In His Eyes: 10·10·10

Coming October 10.

09/02/2026

08/29/2026

Nobody warned me what writing your own life story would actually feel like.

I thought I was going to sit down and write about things that happened years ago—people, places, and memories that were already behind me.

What I didn’t realize was how much of it I would have to live again.

Some days I’ve laughed until I’ve cried, remembering things I hadn’t thought about in years. Other days I’ve written a few paragraphs and had to walk away because suddenly, it didn’t feel like something that happened a long time ago.

I’ve had to look differently at people I loved, people who hurt me, and maybe most of all, myself.

And more than once I’ve wondered, Do I really want people to know all of this?

But I keep coming back to the same answer.

I’m not telling my story because I want anyone to feel sorry for me.

I’m telling it because I survived it. Because somewhere along the way, I found grace. And because maybe my story can help someone else find their way through theirs.

If someone sees themselves somewhere in these pages—if they recognize the rejection, the mistakes, the hurt, the searching, or the hope—and realize they’re not alone, then being this vulnerable will have been worth it.

In His Eyes: 10-10-10

I’m getting closer. ❤️

08/26/2026

I honestly wasn’t sure I would ever get to make this post.

For years, I have carried this story around with me. Some of it I’ve talked about. Some of it I’ve laughed about. Some of it I’ve tried to forget. And some of it I buried so deeply that I didn’t realize how much it still affected me until I started writing.

But I wrote it.

My memoir, In His Eyes: 10-10-10, is getting closer and closer to being finished and published.

And today, I finally feel ready to start sharing it with you.

Writing this book has taken me back through more than four decades of my life—to the little boy growing up in Creedmoor who knew he was different, to the Southern Baptist church where I learned about God, to Aunt Louise’s house next door where I often found safety, and through some of the happiest and hardest years of my life.

I’ve written about my family.

I’ve written about being gay and trying to understand where I fit in a world—and sometimes a church—that didn’t always seem to have a place for me.

I’ve written about leaving home at eighteen, having nowhere permanent to land, building a career, falling in love, losing people I loved, making mistakes, starting over, and trying again.

I’ve written about moments that still make me laugh out loud.

And I’ve written about moments that were incredibly difficult to put on paper.

There were days while writing this book when I had to walk away from the computer. There were memories I hadn’t visited in years. And there were other moments when I sat back and thought, I can’t believe I survived all of that.

But somewhere along the way, this stopped feeling like I was simply writing a book.

I started seeing my own life differently.

I started seeing that the things that hurt me didn’t get to define me.

The mistakes I made didn’t get to define me either.

And being different never meant that I was less worthy of being loved.

This first book takes my story through October 10, 2010 — 10-10-10, a day that would become one of the most important days of my life.

There is so much more I want to tell you about why that date matters.

But I’ll save some of that for later.

For now, I just wanted to share something I’ve been working toward for a very long time.

So here it is—the cover of my memoir.

Seeing my face, my name, and the title of my story on an actual book cover still feels a little surreal. There were many times in my life when I never could have imagined getting to this moment.

But I did.

I wrote it.

And I’m almost ready to share it with you.

In His Eyes: 10-10-10
A Memoir by Jason E. Howard

I’m almost there.

And I can’t wait for you to read my story. ❤️

02/15/2026

In celebration and honor of a VERY large part of Americas history…. The Original Bow Movement will be donating part of each BOW Sale to a charity in its honor!
(For the entire month of February )

Let’s ALL do our part to spread love and kindness in our country right now more than ever! I wrote a poem titled
“A BOW is not just a bow”
and I include this poem in with each and every order placed. I have shipped over 10,000 bows AND POEMS to date, since the start of this company. The poem was significant and impactful in 2020 when I originally wrote it and also when I created the Original Bow Movement. The poem hit hard then and hits just as hard now…. Especially NOW! Part of the poem reads “life as we once anticipated, will not be the same, some days we may wonder …. Who’s to blame?
But hope and encouragement are alive!! We must have faith, knowing WE again will THRIVE!!!” AND “This bow bestowed to you is to spread LOVE,JOY and HOPE for BRIGHTER DAYS AHEAD! Therefore, a bow is not just a bow!”

This poem has reached over 10,000 people already and the Original Bow Movement will continue to grow and spread LOVE and KINDNESS through our actions and this poem (no matter the color of your skin or the language you speak) we will continue to push forward and soldier thru the madness. For those of you who have supported the Original Bow Movement for the past 6 years, THANK YOU and please know YOU are much appreciated! Lastly, for those who may be a new customer hopefully, please come check out the LARGEST handmade BOW collection on ETSY at originalbowmovement.etsy.com

12/17/2025

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