Outside of writing, I’m usually surrounded by a stack of books I absolutely don’t have room for but refuse to stop bringing home—because clearly, I’m not hoarding… I’m rescuing. My days run on coffee (hot in the morning, iced in the afternoon like a functioning adult), chaos, and a constant rotation of “what’s for dinner?” while mentally plotting my next story. I live in hoodies year-round, pretend I know what I’m doing in the kitchen, and fully commit to backyard concerts like the grass is my stage. I’m a wife to a bearded man who keeps me grounded, a mom to four wild, beautiful kids, and part-time referee to two dogs who definitely add more chaos than calm—but I wouldn’t have it any other way.