My journey into this world starts with a younger version of myself whose imagination was too big to contain. I wrote stories and drew pictures about dragons, friendships, exploring. As I aged, my writing shifted from an innocent imagination to figuring out how to cope with lessons on “growing up.” A gracious space to let my thoughts and feelings roam free, without judgement.

At heart, I am a storyteller of many forms. I’m a writer, an editor, and now - a photographer. I’m lucky with how many different mediums I’ve gotten to experience, figuring out different ways to express and capture the world around me.

Since the pandemic, I was forced to take a step back. Moved back to Arkansas from New York, my energy and focus shifted. Still inspired by the little things, crafting stories became difficult to form. I was tired of my own existence and trying to make something of it. I sat with this feeling for awhile, began to realize that I needed to slow down and take a breath.

I was tired of using my negative experiences to fuel my work.

Being back in this little landlock state, I was introduced to folks whose stories were so unique, authentic, weird, and just full of genuine happiness.

Some of our memories overlapped when I married one of these unique people. We forced everyone into one place where reminisced on how we all got to this point in our lives. It was a beautiful experience, and by having photos to immortalize that occasion was the best choice I've made.