I am a mother, photographer, musician, writer, and teacher. But that’s not really what this is about.

There is a page on the internet with my name attached because this is where people read—from the early days of MySpace, we all saw it going this way. The printed word will always be beloved, but the percentage of people who bestow it the time of day continues to dwindle. I’m not here to sell books. I’m here because I believe in books. I want to keep literature alive, just like the writer next to me. I hope that, in the end, something I’ve typed into Scrivener is the thing that makes you set down your tablet and explore the world around you, and when it all gets a little confusing, I hope you reach for the printed word to help it make sense.

Yes, I’m a bit of an evangelist, in that sense. I can’t hide it; I will wear it on my sleeve. The purpose of my internet presence is to get you to ignore me, and look to the tangible. Tangible places. People. Things. Smells. Truths. These are things that can be written about, can mean so much in a story, but no one can live them for us. We have to live them ourselves. We will only know the passion of being enveloped in them if we actually experience them.

You’ll find a smattering of my projects here; a magazine, some novels, and a photography peruse. In addition to what’s here, I adore strong coffee, The Fray, long drives in the country, and compelling stories about humans. Most of my writings are epic fantasy or historical fiction, mirroring my love of the linear, but I am not above a random short story or two (and man, do I love to read them). My most recent novel, Blood of Ashlin (the final installment in the Serengard Series) is just a little bit gritty with a dose of redemption. (But I’m digging up the whole series now and rewriting it, so, don’t buy it now.)

I live in Maine with my husband and kids. Together we grow roses and spinach.