The stories in my mind became too immense for just me to experience. so, now I share them with the world.
The stories in my mind became too immense for just me to experience. so, now I share them with the world.
Why I became a writer
Why I became a writer
My “why” is tragically relatable.
Books delivered my mind an escape from what was transpiring in my everyday life. I swore to one day nourish that same escape for others. I hope those who find my books from needing it know that this is a safe space…
My books will be filled with strong independent women who do not need a man to save them.
Just like me, they learn to rescue themselves.
A little taste of the most important people to me