I was born in Washington State, on a five-acre family farm tucked between misty trees and rolling fields. My childhood was a blend of dirt roads, long winters, and the kind of quiet that makes your imagination loud. That’s probably where my love for all things spooky began. I grew up watching black-and-white monster movies—Dracula, Frankenstein, The Mummy—and instead of being scared, I felt comforted. Those strange, misunderstood creatures made sense to me in a way the real world didn’t always.

Books came next. Reading became my escape hatch, a way to step into worlds where I could breathe a little easier. I didn’t always understand how to fit into the one I lived in, but between the pages, I found meaning, magic, and sometimes, versions of myself I hadn’t met yet.

These days, I live in a small Oklahoma town with my youngest daughter and my fiancé. Life looks different now—slower, steadier—but the stories in my head have never stopped talking. I’m working toward my Bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing, chasing the dream I’ve carried since I was old enough to hold a flashlight under the covers and keep reading after everyone else had gone to sleep.

One day soon, I hope to share those stories—the dark, the beautiful, and everything in between—with the world.