About Me

I write psychological and domestic thrillers—the kind that live in the gray space between desire and consequence, love and betrayal, the choices we make and the secrets we keep. My stories are messy, emotional, and a little unhinged… because people are.

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By day (and sometimes before my coffee), I’m also a yoga teacher. I guide people back into their bodies, into stillness, into breath. Into honesty.

Yes—both things are true.

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Yoga keeps me regulated. Writing lets me unravel.
One teaches presence. The other asks what happens when presence slips.

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I’m a mother, which means I live in constant negotiation between chaos and devotion. I’m sober, which means I pay attention—deeply—to patterns, impulses, and the stories we tell ourselves to survive. Both of these truths shape my work more than any writing class ever could.

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I believe the nervous system and the narrative are intimately connected. That the same woman who loves a slow exhale can also devour a story about bad decisions and worse timing. That healing and darkness aren’t opposites, they’re companions.

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When I’m not writing or teaching, I’m probably editing at odd hours, romanticizing my routine, or thinking about the next story I shouldn’t tell—but will anyway.

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Welcome to the balance.
Welcome to the duality.
Welcome to the mess.