About The Author
i’m a writer, a mother, and a woman who has lived enough to know that life will break you and hand you the pen in the same breath.
before i was ready, the world showed me its sharp edges. and somewhere between the ache and the aftermath, i learned this—stories aren’t just how we survive the chaos… they’re how we make sense of it.
i’ve been building worlds since i could hold a pen. writing characters that felt more like home than the places i stood in. over time, that didn’t fade—it became the way i found myself again.
“life is the greatest story i’ll ever know. and i’ve lived it wide open—sometimes as a witness, sometimes right in the middle of the wreckage.”
i find stories in the silence no one listens to, in the restless pulse of cities that never sleep, and in the quiet corners of the mind most people turn away from.
every moment is a story waiting to be claimed. every fracture is the start of something new.
as a mother and wife, my life is built on love, creativity, and the constant pull between holding it all together and letting it all fall apart. my family doesn’t just inspire my stories—they shape them. through them, i explore the raw edges of emotion, the beauty hidden in unseen worlds, and the quiet kind of magic most people forget lives inside them.
i keep my personal life close, but these roles are stitched into everything i create. they remind me why the stories matter.
beyond the page, i’m an herbalist and a seeker—drawn to the kind of wisdom you don’t find in books but in the dirt beneath your feet and the wild things growing untamed. i believe in the medicine of the earth, the forgotten language of plants, and the steady grounding that comes when you move at the pace of nature. this is where my stories gather their roots—where the imagined becomes something real enough to feel.
from getting lost in old bookstores, breathing in the heavy scent of forgotten pages, to wandering the halls of the art institute of chicago where colors felt like memories—art and story have always been where i go to remember who i am. the characters i met in those places weren’t just fictional… they were familiar. they showed me how to build my own worlds when the real one felt too small.
with a pen in hand, i create spaces where the ordinary turns itself inside out—where you can breathe a little deeper and remember what it feels like to belong to something more.
every book i write is an open door. a hand reaching back to say come with me—you’ll want to see this.
i hope my words don’t just fill pages.
i hope they wake something up in you.
“And may ink upon paper transport you to realms unseen, where imagination knows no bounds, and the spirit finds solace in the quiet companionship of stories yet untold.”