Creator of worlds. Spinner of yarns. Painter of dusky murals that hide the self-portrait within.
I explore grief, transformation, and the messy beauty of becoming. I write stories of trauma, second chances, and the wreckage in between—sometimes all at once.
By day, I design things that make sense. By night (and early mornings, lunch breaks, weekends), I create worlds where sense is optional but truth is essential.
I studied with southern writers at NC State and have lived in Chicago, DC, and Charlotte before discovering Seattle was my true home. Now I walk the hills of West Seattle with the characters who show up uninvited to pitch their stories.
