

Before writing full-time, I spent a decade cataloging regional manuscripts in coastal archives. Working among crumbling bindings and handwritten ledgers taught me that history is not made of grand dates, but of quiet rooms, forgotten correspondences, and small domestic choices.
Today, my desk is piled with vintage field guides and half-filled notebooks. I aim for stories that feel lived-in and honest, best enjoyed under a wool blanket when the afternoon tea goes cold.


