About Me

Always a scraggly little waif, I was the middle child of seven, traipsing behind my siblings hard against the elements in the wild mountains of British Columbia. A willow branch whipping in the wind- and somehow not breaking from the tree.

It defies the mind to think that I spent a great deal of time outdoors and yet survived -40° temperatures, grizzly bears, cougars, frozen, red ears and a battery of earaches. Survived, too, the mean kids at school, and the hilarious chaos in our home.

Life grows mountain girls strong and peculiar.

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Eventually emerging as a dual citizen, I now share time between the warm American South and the pristine Canadian summers. And this is good for my sanity. For I am indeed a romantic- in the truest sense of the word. I'm in awe of any place over the next hill, and mysterious, vibrant people who flow wild & deep like rivers.

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I struggle in this world because I wasn't designed for routines that lead to no greater good (and yet, I’m surprisingly disciplined). Nor was I designed for group think. I was, however, created to share my perspective (as all creatives are). That falls and crashes where it may- without much persuasion, perhaps. But definitely with impact. And it's always harder on me than it is on you.

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And my soul chases after an elusive God. He evades me because there's too much of me and not enough of Him. My doors are too often closed. But, oh, those glimpses of Him in the glory, the mysteries, and the Divine! It's enough to keep me safariing for life.

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I struggle, too, as an artist. A burning desire to create has been set aside, misunderstood, and dimmed by life's overwhelming trials. Dimmed, too, by short-sighted humans.

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One must become diligent to be about the creations one was created to create.

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And therein lies my resolve. This is why I'm here today.

Older in years now- the flame of youthful passions not quite as warm. And I've lost myself quite a bit along the way. God isn’t the only thing I’m chasing. I chase, also, that mountain girl. She didn't know how beautiful- how unique- she was. So unassuming. Never battled for her rights. You could hurt her in the morning and she’d want to play with you by recess. Mud on her knees and untamed hair were among the things that solidified her freedom. She was kind. And the sweetest thing. She never thought of food, or raiment, or money.

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She just was.

In the moment.

She floated.

She flew.

I wish you could have seen her.

I wish you could have known her.

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So this is who I am. I'm just me chasing after her. Because, though her young life was fraught with hardship, she was the closest thing to heaven that I’ve ever known.

Join Us

When I was younger my all-consuming passions were singing, songwriting and poetry.

Today that has further morphed into novels, greeting cards, blogging, and videography.

Want to join me on the ride? I'm just going to jump right in and work on getting my past and current work online for y'all in the hopes that you might find some joy, strength, and inspiration in these things that matter to me the most.

I'm so glad you climbed on board!

All my love!