When I was a kid, I wanted nothing more than to be a writer, but I thought it required a “gift” that was offered only to a chosen few, a bit of magic that for some reason hadn’t been unlocked for me. It took me a long time to understand that writing is a craft. It takes practice and dedication and can be learned by anyone with an inclination toward stories who is willing to put word after word onto the page, delete what doesn’t work, relentlessly revise, and continue to write on. I have GrubStreet (www.grubstreet.org) to thank for this lesson, and for its beautiful community of writers that support each other through what can sometimes feel like a harrowing task.

I started my career as an entrepreneur, and thought I was on a break between start-ups when I sat down to put my parent’s turbulent love story on paper. Three books later, I haven’t looked back. The chance to dive into the subconscious day after day has been a true gift. The process of putting the work into the world can be terrifying, but my writing partner –>  reminds me every day that pretty much anything can be solved with an enthusiastic wag, a crunchy bowl of food and a nap. OK, a glass of wine helps too, but who am I to argue?

When I’m not writing, I spend time trying to repay some of what GrubStreet has given my by serving as the Chair of the Board (#luckyagain). I also love to travel, enjoy all things food, wine and art related, and am revived by walks with an ocean view and the company of close friends.

Thank you for taking the time to visit. Please be in touch.