I am the literary love-child of Anne Lamott and David Sedaris, raised on a healthy diet of Oliver Sacks & Robert Sapolsky. My work is self-reflective and episodic, and comi-tragic in a way that readers devour.

My biological parents happen to also be the parents who raised me - two PhDs who took me to see Yo-Yo Ma before my third birthday, and enrolled me in a mythic and strange elementary school named for the home of the elves in the Tolkien flagship: Rivendell. I first saluted the sun while ankle-deep in crabgrass outside of my Kindergarten classroom, so it's safe to say yoga chose me, not the other way around.

I do not remember a time before music, words, and yoga graced my life, and so you'll find them woven through and around the stories that narrate the deep troughs of my grief. My work here is biographical, often biological, and lyrical, sometimes simultaneously.

My topics are universally hard things, as I attempt to make (and share) meaning.

(I'm glad you're here).

Live a life worth writing about. Then write about it.

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Report back.

Photo of the author on Venice beach, by DJ Pierce