It all began..

when I woke to a childhood memory. Though I’d recalled bits and pieces of this story through the years, its finer details remained unclear. As if they were dappled with morning fog, showing only hints of people and events from long ago. When the sky cleared and vivid details finally surfaced, I began to write. I considered who I was writing for and what it might mean for them, and for me. With continued creative work, I began to see nonfiction narrative as a far more powerful genre than I had known, and one I’ve grown to love.

Both major traumatic events and the everyday, expected moments that make up a life draw me in. They connect me to people I may never know personally, but somehow understand all the same. I aim to share the stories that bind us.