Bio

I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t writing. In journals, in notebooks, on napkins. And when I wasn’t writing, I was reading. Growing up the seventh of eight kids (and one of only two girls) in the Chicago suburbs, I was never at a loss for sources of inspiration and trauma from which to write. My family, led by two fiscally conservative but liberally creative public school teacher parents, celebrated the arts, music, sports, and all things performative. My compulsion to write and read gave me the quiet solitude and excuse to observe when I needed it. And it still does, of course.