The Alligator In My Bed.
I’ve been having a pretty horrific tumor flare up over the last two weeks. Stress—good or bad—always does this. My grandma used to recite a…
welcome.
I’m so thankful you’re here. I believe in the life-changing magic of authentic storytelling. Each and every one of us holds a story. And each and every one of those stories has magic woven into its seams. If only we allow ourselves to lean into it and embrace it–together.
After nearly a decade in luxury resorts across Florida in the events & wedding industry, in the Summer of 2019 I made the leap to pursue my heart’s deepest calling full time: writing. My “Why”? Hop on over to my about page to take a peek!
recent ramblings.
Grieving seashells.
Last weekend, I drove 4 hours and 14 minutes, took exit 205, chugged along another 12 minutes, and pulled into Papa’s driveway on Turtle Beach.…
The push and the pull.
I’m moving in my sleep again. I’ll wake up sprawled across the bed, covers kicked off, hair its own continent. For years, I would go…
I was a late bloomer.
I used to wear 3 bras in middle school. I was a late bloomer. So as everyone else was…blossoming…I shrugged on 3 bras each morning—padding…
I saw you last night.
I saw you last night. I’m not sure when. Likely somewhere around 5:00 a.m. Right before I jolted awake—flipping around, fighting to fall back to…
when did you first crawl? walk? run?
When did you first crawl? Walk? Roll over? Blow a kiss? Pronounce “Mama” flawlessly? Do you know? What about saying, “I love you”? Eating your…
