When I was 13 years old, I picked up a cheap pen from the Marriott and wrote a story in the back of my English notebook about Elliott the emu and all his animal friends.
When I was 19 years old, I booted up my laptop and wrote a story about a jilted lover, an axe, and a tree full of memories.
When I was 22 years old, I pulled on my nylons, went to work at BrioMagazine, and wrote articles about my name, about Facebook, and about how to tell when your Thanksgiving turkey is done. (Seriously.)
Now I'm 25 years old, and I still write magazine articles when I can. But mostly I write what's on my heart and put it here for you to read.
Look through my site and get to know me. I can't wait to get to know you.