I’m a literary historical fiction author drawn to the tender, hidden threads of the human story. I write novels that echo with longing, wrestle with loss, and reach toward grace. My characters often stand at the edge of silence, of war, of love long buried—and they walk forward anyway, tracing the fragile shape of a life remade.

Though I now dwell in fiction, my creative journey began with poetry and painting. Words and brushstrokes once carried me through grief, through the tangled legacies of family and faith. That past still hums beneath everything I write. You may glimpse it in my poetry collection, Borne to Unfurl, and in the archived work I still hold close — the beginnings of learning how to listen for beauty inside the ache.

But these days, I live inside story.

My current novel-in-progress, The Hand That Sows the Stars, follows a war-haunted fisherman crossing the Atlantic in search of the woman he once loved—and the meaning he thought he’d lost. It’s a story not just of redemptive love, but of legacy, memory, and the quiet courage it takes to begin again.

I believe fiction can be a lantern. A compass, a kind of alchemy that turns sorrow into light.

That’s why I write: to name what was unspoken. To offer tenderness where the world forgot to. To make meaning of the ache.

Thank you for being here. I hope something in these pages speaks to the quiet parts of your own story — the ones still listening for grace.