It all started with my Grandma…
…and her persistent nagging. I’m a big journaler—especially during my teenage years when I needed to let out alllll of that angst. So it’s not odd to find me constantly carrying a book, a journal, and a pen. Because when inspiration would strike, I needed to sit down immediately to scribble down my thoughts. Only to have my grandma point at my journal and demand “you better write me that book.”
Little did she know that I would make a career out of writing books (partly) based on my life.
