I was born and raised in Minnesota, surrounded by lush trees, plenty of birds and squirrels, and coated in a beautiful layer of white snow in the winter. Being the youngest of three girls by eight years, I found myself occupying much of my time reading, playing games, and making up stories. Being an introvert, I enjoyed my alone time, going for solo bike rides, finding a tree to sit in with either my journal or dream diary, and noticing all the little and big things that made our world lovely and breathtaking.

Growing up, I struggled to find my passions, what I truly wanted, believed, and felt. Everything seemed to endlessly shift, one minute enjoying a new hobby, the next, being utterly bored. One of the few consistencies is my enjoyment of making a world even more wondrous in my mind – finding the magic in the mundane and the groundings in the fantastic. Mind filling with ideas and a gift with the written word, I swallowed my fear over rejection, over ‘not being good enough’, and sat down to begin writing.