Welcome — I’m truly glad you’re here. This space is where I share my work, my stories, and the path that brought me to this moment. What follows is the journey that shaped me as a writer and the direction I’m headed next.

I think my love of writing began the moment I could wrap my fingers around a crayon. Even then, words felt like a place to put the feelings I didn’t yet know how to say out loud — and, admittedly, a place to channel my chronic silliness. I didn’t realize any of this at the time, of course. I was too busy writing secret love letters to David Cassidy in first grade, crafting sarcastic essays for my fifth‑grade teacher, and filling journals in high school with the confusion of feeling a little lost and a little separate from everyone else.

Those early words were therapy before I knew what therapy was. As I grew, they became something more: a way to connect. If someone understood what I wrote, maybe they would understand me. And in that understanding, I felt a spark of connection I had been craving.

After studying media, communications, English, and creative writing in college, I did what many of us do — I tucked away my creative dreams and stepped into Corporate America. I worked in beautiful offices, built friendships I still cherish, and grew into a confident leader and manager. But even as I checked every box of what I thought a “full life” should look like, something essential was missing. The urge to write tugged at me constantly. I questioned my ability, my confidence, and whether I had waited too long. Maybe, I thought, it was safer to settle for “nothing lost, nothing gained.”

Eventually, frustration pushed me toward honesty. I wanted more — not just for myself, but for my daughter. Motherhood made it impossible to ignore the truth: I couldn’t teach her to follow her passions if I wasn’t brave enough to follow mine. With the support of my parents, I wrote A Girl from the Hill – My Mother’s Journey from Italian Girl to American Woman, a collection of essays about my mother’s life and the bond between us. Finishing that book was a revelation. It reminded me of the girl with the crayon, the one who always knew writing was her way forward.

That exploration of mother‑daughter connection — between my mother and me, and between my daughter and me — led naturally to my second book, Goodbye Pound Cake. This young adult novel dives into the search for confidence through self‑love. In its pages, I poured the struggles I’ve faced and witnessed: the pressure to be good enough, pretty enough, thin enough. I wanted to show that happiness doesn’t come from chasing those artificial milestones, but from learning to love ourselves first. Only then can we truly give and receive love.

I believe mother‑daughter relationships, whether biological or chosen, teach us how to love, how to give, and how to connect. They shape the confidence we carry into the world and the relationships that bring us joy.

Thank you for being here. I hope you enjoy my work, and I’m excited to share more as I begin writing book three — there’s much more to come.