About Me

I write stories about women who are obsessed, unmoored, and doing things they probably shouldn't.

My first novel follows a nursing assistant in Los Angeles who gets pulled into siphoning narcotics from her workplace by the coworker she can't stop thinking about. The story centers grief, lost faith, and what it feels like to want the wrong things. I'm also writing a second novel about siblings navigating loss alongside American workism.

Before I wrote fiction, I worked in community health education and addiction science research. These experiences trained me to find the deeper, unspoken meaning in people’s stories, especially with regard to work, substance use, and the relationships and institutions that shape both. My writing has appeared in academic journals such as Substance Use and Misuse and Harm Reduction Journal.

I'm based in Los Angeles and NYC, where I spend my time collaging and becoming friends with as many street cats as possible.

A young woman stands against an orange wall with a textured surface. She is wearing a dark raincoat, black pants, and black shoes, holding a phone in her right hand. She has sunglasses resting on her head and carries a white bag over her left shoulder. The ground consists of brick and cobblestone paving, with a construction site covered in white plastic sheeting visible in the background.
A woman with red hair standing outdoors in front of a large, elegant building with classical architecture, including arches and columns, during daylight.
A young woman with red hair and sunglasses on her head sitting at a table by a large window in a cafe. She is looking at a book. On the table, there are three trays with pastries, a glass of water, and a blue notebook.
Close-up of a woman with long red hair, wearing clear glasses and a light blue button-up shirt, smiling softly against a plain beige wall.