Hawaii is as far away as Rachel Andrews can run without needing a passport. She counts on becoming a crazy beach bum, collecting shells for the rest of her days. Anything sounds better than the continual torment of depression and anxiety that she feels as a wife and mother. So, one sunny spring day, she takes flight, leaving behind one devoted but clueless husband (Griffin) and a baby girl of fourteen months. Things she does not count on: Being assaulted on Waikiki Beach her first night and losing everything. Finding herself taken care of by a large, close-knit Hawaiian/Samoan clan. An unexpected pregnancy. A husband whose love is stronger than she believed. As Griffin does everything he can to locate his wayward wife, Rachel clings stubbornly to her secrets, refusing to divulge them even to the new friends she makes in Honolulu. But will their unconditional love break through the barriers she has thrown up? Can she pour the dross of her own soul through the steadfast filter of their friendship and find it cleansed? Graffiti the Moon is the deeply human tale of a woman struggling with her own psyche, forced to face her insufficiencies in spite of her best efforts to escape them, while finding that nothing is beyond the help of a God who will stop at nothing to get her attention.