About

My husband and I were walking around a superstore, doing our weekly window shopping, when I stumbled upon my favorite place — the book section. A place of imagination, adventure, stories, and all the things left untold to the modern world. Being my favorite, I wandered over to the poetry books. After picking up my first novel, I noticed how superficial I found it to be. I felt a way I hated about myself: judgmental. I was frustrated — frustrated that there were no profound meanings. I wanted more. I wanted to read about grief, loss, pain, addiction, and betrayal at their core. I wanted words of hope coming from someone who’s seen it all. That day, I said to myself, “Anyone can be a poet.”
The more I thought about that judgment, the more I came to realize that these poetry books were simply expressions of their authors’ experiences. They hadn’t experienced what I’ve seen, and that’s why I was angry — not at them, but at myself. My initial thought process shifted. Everyone in this world has had their share of pain, suffering, hope, happiness, and everything in between. My life, in particular, has been a long 26 years — from growing up in a moldy double-wide with alcoholic parents, to living with severe anxiety, to longing for a better understanding of the world around me. I constantly prayed to a god I didn’t believe in, asking for a better life — a life of love and knowledge. God never answered, so I went and made it myself.
My writing reflects these experiences, thoughts, and feelings I’ve come to live with. My goal is to let you know you are not alone. Most of us fear being truly seen at our most vulnerable, which only adds to our internal suffering. Let me show you my experiences. Let me be your poet for a day. I hope I can offer you some sense of clarity, warmth, and wisdom.