ords are where I’ve found my power and truth. They’ve been there for me in the pages of my favorite books, and helped me feel seen. I’ll never forget what it felt like to hold the first story I’d written, bound in a little book assembled with the help of my reading teacher. It was the first time I felt I could convey ideas and whole worlds through the power of story– and I’ve never been able to let go of that feeling. My medium is words and stories– the feel of the keyboard or pen in my hand as I form ideas– or just make them sound better!

Writing held a special place in my life.

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t took years of struggling before I was tired of fighting my very nature, pushing my dreams to the edges of my life (like plotting my novel and building my book review website when I should have been solving integrals).

I poured myself into my writing– taking on every opportunity along the way. One summer, I took a Shakespeare class in the morning and pounded the pavement for a city weekly in the afternoon fact-checking, writing articles, and transcribing interviews at 100 wpm. 

When I started college, I had a crisis of conscience over what to major in because of the ‘starving artist’ narrative.

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even years ago, I didn’t have a fancy agency job or connections to fall back on, just an account on Fiverr Pro, a freelance gig, and a new website to drum up clients. Still, the rush of making my first $500 as a copywriter inspired me to keep going. 

For years, I was in survival mode– putting out fires, questioning myself, feeling small. Wondering when I would feel like I’d really made it. Somewhere along the way, I lost the thread. I forgot my power. I left my ambitions of being a writer by the wayside. 

When I graduated with a master’s degree, I had done everything from teaching Business Writing to working for a prestigious literary magazine. 

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ike most of my fellow creatives, it only took a reflective look back at my life to see the thread that had always led from there to here. My lifelong love for literature, my desire to portray nuance, my heart for profound moments and well-reflected truths were the reasons I found myself on this path in the first place. It’s what I bring to every story and collaboration. As a neurodivergent individual, writing and reading has always been my safe place. My happy place. My home. It’s how I make meaning in the world, and help others do the same.

So I asked myself the hard question: Who were you before the world told you who to be? 

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ecause ‘we tell ourselves stories in order to live.’* The most abiding brands and creative souls of this world embrace that level of storytelling, and it’s my honor to serve them.

Since 2018, I’ve served hundreds of creatives who have seen inquiries pour in, products sell out, waitlists fill up, and cash flow comes in thanks to the power of their words.

I write stories for myself, but also for the brilliant clients I get to work with every day.

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*Joan Didion– I’ve always been inspired by this exact sentiment.