I write about the parts that don’t fit neatly into the story of “a good life” we’ve been told:

Why we’re afraid of things. Identity and how it shifts. The way we grow out of things we thought would be forever. The way we lose things we thought we could never live without. Why we are our own worst enemy. How grief and joy can sit in the same room without one of them having to leave. What resilience actually looks like. The strange aliveness hiding in regular moments.

I’ll keep the story of how I ended up in this line of work short: life threw me a lot of curve balls, and they NEVER played out how I thought they would. Widowed at 48, raising teenagers on my own, building a thriving corporate career, and then leaving that career to pursue writing. None of it worked out as expected. So eventually I gave up the problem solving, answer seeking, and future predicting that had filled most of my first four decades on this planet. Instead I became obsessed with trying to see what life, what reality actually is, rather than the stories our minds and culture like to tell us it is.