Hello

I've never learned things the easy way. 

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I was a shy kid who started a neighborhood newspaper in elementary school and received attention for being smart... until I didn't. Middle school brought a hormone storm of what I now know are ADHD symptoms. At the time, I heard, "You're just not living up to your potential," on repeat until the belief sunk into my bones. 

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After high school, I flailed, racking up college courses on both coasts, working as a barista, a retail worker, and at a minor league hockey team. I rode waves of depression and daydreamed about being a writer and generally chased my young tail until I was hit by the life event that shifted everything. 

 

When I was 24, my brother Will-- my only sibling-- died suddenly. 

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Losing Will revised me. It reshaped my family, my understanding of pain, and my sense of urgency. In the early days after his death, I wrote him letters so I could feel like we were still connected. I wrote to nudge myself into the bottomlessness grief. And I wrote to build myself a bridge from my life Before to this new After. 

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Insert finally finishing college and a handful of moves and a small army of therapists. A Master's degree and marriage and motherhood. I've taken decades of detours, but the thread that's woven through everything is writing. 

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Writing saved me. Writing continues to save me. 

 

Writing offers a direct line to our higher power, to the readers who need our words, and to our wisest, truest self. Whether you're trying to reignite your journaling routine, have an essay  smoldering, or are in the messy, muddy middle stages of a memoir, I help writers locate-- and write into-- their own light.

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