I’m a writer. I live.
I am a child, a sister, a mother, a wife, and a friend. I’m a survivor of domestic violence, sexual violence, and gun violence. I’m a dreamer, traveler, social justice activist, teacher, and philanthropist. I am a disabled woman living with chronic illnesses. I am loved and I love.
I’m a writer. I hope.
Everyone has a story to remember, write, create, tell, and share. Writing helps me make sense out of real and created lives.
I’m a writer. I write.
Writing is a portal of discovery—a brush with what was and what could be—a place for me to lose and find myself.