I write from the places people usually keep private.
Love. Grief. Memory. Fear. Healing. The moment after everything changes and you still have to decide who you are becoming.
My stories are not about perfect people finding easy answers. They are about hearts that break, return, remember, and try again.
The stories usually return to the same human places.
love after lossmemory that will not stay quietsecond chances that cost somethinghealing that does not arrive cleanthe life waiting after certainty breaks
The deeper story is becoming.
I care about the part after the breaking, when a person still has to live, choose, remember, forgive, or begin again.
That is where my fiction keeps returning. Not to easy answers, but to the small brave places where life starts speaking again.