The pull of writing resurfaces like ramps in the early Spring of the mountains in which I grew. I feel my creativity pressing against the leaves that blanketed me these past few years ready to burst forth in vibrant color amongst the compost. My skin still burns from the thorns of the past couple of years and some sticks hang in my unkempt hair, but I am ready to emerge.

In 2021 and 2022 I experienced a great deal of loss but at the same time an incredible amount of personal growth and strength. I hope to share stories, poems, random cries of love, life, pain, and beauty with deep honesty and truth. The natural world comforted me and provided me so much peace during the hardest of times and it is time to share those moments and new moments in the creative voice I always knew was there, but lay dormant until now.