It all started when I was five, writing my first short story on lined paper with a pencil that barely held a point. I didn’t know then what that story would become—a spark in the dark. A quiet place to escape when the world got too heavy to carry.

 

I write for the ones who’ve ever felt alone.

For the ones who’ve looked around and wondered if anyone else feels like this.

For the ones who wished their imaginary friends were real—because maybe they were the only ones who ever truly listened.

 

When I’m not writing, you’ll usually find me tucked into a booth at my favorite coffee shop, pen in hand, trying to breathe life into another beautifully broken world. If I’m not in town? I’m probably near water—it’s the only place that silences everything else.

 

I live in Eastern Washington with my incredibly supportive husband, our three beautiful children, and two cats who are convinced they’re human.

 

This isn’t just a writing journey.

It’s a return to the woman I used to be—before the world told me who I should be.