I spent most of my life working very hard to be a good girl. One day I woke up and decided to write my way out of my own life, things haven’t been the same since. Single mama to two ridiculously unruly daughters, I believe in the smooth honey burn of whiskey, the crashing of mama ocean, pencil skirts, vintage band tees and fringed boots, the kinship of the wild wolf, walking for miles in unfamiliar cities, the power of dark red lipstick and the necessity of putting out for the muse on the regular. Oh yeah, and that sometimes our stories are the only things that can save us. These are my words, my heart on the page. Thank you for being here.