I’ve been creatively slapping words together for the majority of my life. At ten (give or take), I wrote my first real “story“. It was about a man who received a kangaroo in the mail (Mr. Popper’s Penguins style). However, the idea of a strange adventure in an unexpected place was an exciting concept to me at the time and has held tight to my mind long after. The temptation of escape and adventure gave way to endless hours of imagination in the woods that crept right up to the back of my childhood home, which sat snuggly in the middle of Amish country. Now, grown and uprooted from my fellow trees, I often find myself returning to the woods whenever I’m writing a new story.

My relationship with words has been a tumultuous one, to say the least. Soon after being born, it became obvious that I had a speech impediment; I had to manually learn every consonant sound, and I wasn’t able to pronounce my name properly until I was eight. Thankfully, I overcame this challenge and try to say as much as I can to make up for lost time. However, a few years later, in high school, I was diagnosed with dyslexia, something my first drafts proudly display to this day. Despite all the hurdles, my heart always found piece in the depths of a story and so I naturally fell in love with words and the beauty they inspire.

My natural curiosity, fostered my homeschooled up bringing, I became enamored by the endless stories bound up in the guise of human history. I realize now, that what I most wanted, was to understand the world around me. Perhaps to make it less frightening, perhaps because anywhere (even the past) was more interesting then myself, or, maybe because I was fifteen and knights are cool. Whose to say?

Now, what I love most is the comfort brought on when I look at a map or a globe and know why everything is in its place. In a similar vein, I’ve happily been swooned by folklore (a place where stories, humans, and history all come together), from this convergence, my own stories started to flow in earnest.

When I’m not writing, I occupy my time with an endless parade of other projects. From making maps, losing myself in history, crafting board games, or tending to my fish, one thing remains constant: at the heart of each is a rich story.