about me.

Since I could read, you’d find me sitting on my grandma’s love seat with her dream dictionaries and dusty hardcovers on astrology and the afterlife. I’d find sticks outside and use them as wands when no one was looking, make concoctions of mud and flowers by the creek bed. All of my friends would contact me about the meaning of their dreams, and I was never without a journal full of writing, collages, and poetry. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been endlessly documenting my life by way of photo, video, or any other method that caught my attention at the time. Maybe, it’s my romantic ascendant ruler (a Pisces moon); maybe something was always seeking me.  

It all got buried for awhile. In an attempt to keep things brief (which I’m awful at, i.e. a blog-post-sized about page), I found alcohol. Really, alcohol found me, as if it had been waiting in the back of the fridge, illuminated and glowing, all along. From my first taste at 12, I clung to it with cracked, bleeding fingers. It was the fraying piece of rope swinging from the edge of a cliff. If that sounds dramatic, it’s because it was. 

Without what felt like any choice otherwise, despite this constant bursting inside of me, I would have chose drinking for the rest of my life. Instead, in a rough series of consequences and unexplainable (and absolutely Divine) turn of events, I was forced sober—and forced into the realm of the Spirit—lost, wounded, and unaware of who I was. 

Turns out, that’s the most opportune way to show up here. Desperation and rapture are our quickest paths to surrender—and mine was full of tragedy, trauma, and addiction. But above all that, it’s been paved with kindness, with mysticism, and with forgiveness, grace, and mercy.

I claim it all. 

Since I was gifted with sobriety in 2014, I’ve spent my life crawling back to myself, to God, and to you. Turns out, the way back was through all that I’d loved and revered since I was young. The mystical. The creative. 

I’ve earned a Masters in Creative Nonfiction writing from The New School in NYC, a Bachelors of Arts in professional and creative writing, a 200+ hour yoga certification, level II reiki attunement, and completed various initiations through life-experiences. (I blame my sun in 6th house for my constant need for growth; I blame my 8th house Saturn for the trauma that's shaped me.) I’ve self-studied astrology for as long as I can remember and tarot for almost a decade. Literature and poetry are still my greatest teachers. 

My passion for art and spirituality has led me around the globe, traveling solo on little to nothing to immerse myself in culture and find my own way. At home, I’ve been known to lead workshops around creative writing, astrology, and healing, as well as read tarot and natal charts. My deepest passion remains my writing: creative nonfiction and poetry that pushes the boundaries of form and subject—and seeks truth and reverence. I currently teach creative writing at York College of Pennsylvania and am working on two memoirs.

My life is a story of love, of resilience, of magic—
but mostly, it’s a story of God. I absolutely insist on celebrating what I’ve been given—and not only perceiving beauty, but reaching for it. .

A few of my favorite things: long and quiet mornings, changing my hair color, kids, warm baths, pen to paper, culture, spending hours in coffee shops and bookstores, dancing at the club, vintage and fashion, bodies of water, Spanish music, floral arrangements, interior design, witnessing liberation, and poetry.