Make room for the life you mean to live.

I write about women who are mid-becoming — women with full calendars, old griefs, good shoes, complicated families, and enough desire left to surprise themselves.

My stories begin with love, but they rarely stop there. I am interested in the map of a life: the road trip that changes your mind, the house that knows your name, the friend who tells you the truth, the Black women who make a way where there was not one before.

When I am not writing, I am usually painting at the same big wooden desk, listening to something with a good bass line, or putting flowers in a jar that used to hold jam.