While growing up in southern Georgia, where honeysuckle grows wild and the whippoorwills sing, I became a writer in elementary school. I crafted epic tales of adventure and love and magic. I wrote stories in Mead notebooks, on printer paper, on napkins, on the soles of my shoes.
I consider myself a traveler, an amateur baker, and a dreamer. I can always be won over with chocolate, unicorns, or rainbows. I believe in love—everlasting and forever.
A Harry Potter fanatic and the owner of an arsenal of sweet ’80s dance moves, I once read a 700-page book while sitting in a traffic jam. When in doubt, play James Taylor. And I'm still holding onto the dream that one day I'll be like Indiana Jones.