Since the dial-up days of the internet, and before the ripe age of 10 years old, I’ve been enthralled with writing. My parents put up with the fact I made our house unreachable at odd hours of the day and night while writing fanfiction and they spoke love into my original ideas. As I grew up, life had this funny idea of throwing curveballs and survival became priority. But I found that when survival fades away, it leaves an empty shell and a cruel ache in the aftermath.

In my stories, you’ll find that even the smallest actions have lasting impacts and love weaves itself into the world in the most innocuous ways. Here, strength isn’t always physical and sometimes it’s just lifting your chin and moving forward anyways.

Writing was my way of clawing out of the trenches.

So, take my hand, let me show you the way.