I don’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t writing. I’ve always loved words—the way they sound, the way they look, the way they feel coming out of my head, through my fingers, and into life via a keyboard or the ink in my pen.

At least, that’s what I want you to think…

Don’t get me wrong, that’s all true. But it’s a romanticized version of the truth. Really, I just write because I don’t know how else to think.

I don’t have a writing process. Writing is my process.

I need space to think. I need somewhere to wonder, to wander, to doubt.

And that’s where the blank page comes in. Somehow along the way, I started writing things down, asking a lot of questions, and answering a few. And now, this is what I do.

I’m a writer, learner, reader, thinker, sometimes all at once.

And I have no idea how you found this website, but I’m sure glad you did.

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