Writing first entered my life in the second grade. I was telling stories with my number two pencil, sketching drawings for my books with crayons, and binding them with string and some wallpaper. Somewhere along the path of academia, the creative thread slipped from my grasp and was replaced by the weight of academic research. I earned an M.A. in English Literature at the University of Connecticut. In the midst of graduate studies at U.C.L.A., my academic writing came to a halt with the stark realization that I’d been climbing up the wrong ivied walls.
Down I stumbled into the rabbit hole, where I put on my old dance shoes, taught English, fell in love, fell into heartbreak, met some sorcerers, fell hard on their stones, and slayed one or two or fifty demons (at least).
My pages are for all who are reclaiming their voices, co-creating worlds of love, navigating pain and loss, traversing heart bursts and heart breaks, dying and rebirthing themselves.