I’m an author of sometimes spooky, often weird, but never scary stories.
(I’m a scaredy cat.)

It's a highly debated fact whether I’m just a few cats stacked on top of each other in a trench coat or actually an anxious 30-something trying to write books. Science can't tell us so you can draw our own conclusions.

When I’m not debating the status of my existence, I’m writing contemporary YA, most often with elements of fantasy. I often include topics like mental health in my writing and hope to publish books with ace-spec characters. If I’d had that representation growing up, I can’t help but wonder how much time and agony (and a healthy dose of self-doubt) it might have saved me.

I live in South Louisiana with a feline overlord for whom I’m required to fulfill her every wish. When not cursing the blinking cursor (heh) on my screen, you’ll probably find me watching too much tv, reading while flicking a cat toy to keep my tabby away from the curtains, or in the kitchen making something delicious. (This is Louisiana after all. We know how to cook.)