About Me

A young woman with brown hair in loose waves is smiling and resting her chin on a stack of books, wearing a red sweater in a well-lit room.

When my parents moved out of my childhood home, it became clear that sentiment is not an inherited trait. I am someone who throws away (or donates) things indiscriminately. If it doesn’t spark joy, get it outta here.

My mom is not that person. She keeps everything. Including almost every short story I wrote as a kid.

I hadn’t thought about writing (fiction) since middle school - but there was a time in my life when I had loved it.

As an avid reader, I decided to pick up the proverbial pen again and write the stories I would like to read.

That was years ago. Today, I’m a writer.

My middle school self would be proud.