About Me 


I have stared at this “About Me” page for three weeks now, because how could you possibly summarize yourself in words alone? If I could have it my way, I would invite you into my home, and we would talk, and time would slow down. I would know your story, and you would know mine, and we would both realize we’ve known each other for a long time. 

However, the internet is not the place slowing down, nor does it care much about the depth of our stories. Thus, I will use what meager words I have, to paint just a faint picture of who I am. 

I am a woman. I am strong and soft, driven and grateful, silly and sincere, and made in the image of God.

As a woman I have learned how to pick up the pieces of my world when it crumbles, and still choose to wear my heart on my sleeve.

As a woman, I know my own value, because of the strong women who went before me, and hope to never take that for granted.  


I am a daughter, raised by two people who found love, and have never stopped sharing it. 

My dad is a Presbyterian minister, and my mom an oncology nurse; which meant that from a young age, I knew that hope was not something we gave up on, and that the church was home.  Growing up, my parents taught me that kitchens were for dancing, tables were where you held hands to pray, and that family meant we refused to let go of one another. They also taught me that I was responsible for myself, that every decision had a consequence, that I was loved, and that I was baptized- a mantra my dad liked to call “the four things.”

I am also a sister, which might be my deepest joy; for having a younger brother is the closest thing I have ever known to selfless love. He is two years younger than me, and a collection of every gift I do not possess, plus most of them that I do- fiercly brave, inherently strong, and wholly good. He is the one responsible for teaching me what it looks like to share, to truly listen, and to love someone so much your heart can actually ache. 

And somewhere, meshed in between, around, and beyond these relational identifiers, is the rest of me- a coffee drinking optimist, who finds mornings laden with potential and hot chocolate an all weather drink.

I am someone who keeps books like little trophies and multi-tasks through every movie.

I am extroverted and wiggly, possibly to a fault.

I write letters because I have lived in six different states, and thus have been the new kid enough times to know the value of friendship.

I keep a guitar handy and my kitchen stocked as on call self-care tools, for the moments when life threatens to turn me into a human doing instead of a human being. 

And I find blank journals to be one of the most beautiful and tempting things. 

I could go on about myself; but what I would rather do, is sit down at a table, with a cup of coffee, and learn about you. I hope one day we have the chance. 

Thanks for listening. 

“Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.” - Hafiz