It’s strange how freely stories come to us as children. We’re unencumbered by reality. Our views haven’t yet narrowed.

That was my experience. In releasing these stories, I hope to absolve the writer within me from the sin of creative restraint.

My unquenchable thirst for creativity began in the mauve-colored walls of an obscure room in my grandmother’s home, where her sewing machines sat dustily among bolts of fabric. Every item whispered its origin, its purpose, its potential. It was there I unraveled a love for stories in all their forms—as well as fashion and the intertwining of the two. I realized then that life itself is one long, cascading story waiting to be discovered.

Naturally, I started writing young. Myths, orphaned heroes, sociological disasters dressed as fantasy. At the time, it wasn’t about meaning. It was the joy of imagination.

Later, I shaped those instincts into essays, even finding stories hidden in science and history (but never math—terrible thing).

I earned a degree in English, studying British, American, African-American, Caribbean literature as well as creative writing (screenwriting; fiction) and technical writing.

What they all hold in common is this: tension held tenderly. Humanity, seeking hope. That will forever be my pursuit.

I hope you find something here that moves you, unsettles you, or simply makes you feel less alone.