I have always wanted to be a storyteller. Like most writers, I am an introvert with an ongoing storyline in my head about people, dreams, memories, make-belief, etc. Over the years, my career has forced me to pretend to be an extrovert. It has also forced me to come out of my shell and reveal my personality that only shows up in safe spaces. After all, you cannot be an effective high school teacher without being authentically yourself. Fellow teachers, you understand.
I started blogging in my early twenties. The content stemmed along the lines of the struggles of being single and Christian, searching for purpose/identity, seeking dreams/aspirations, and trying not to become someone’s baby mama.
Marriage and motherhood have consumed my thirties thus far. We adopted (Stay tuned for our adoption story). We struggled with getting pregnant, went through tons of fertility treatments, and experienced numerous losses. Finally, I was able to carry a baby full term.
I have quite a story when it comes to my journey of motherhood and just navigating this thing called life. I am eager to be an open book in hopes of encouraging someone else. Oh, and all while continuing to write Fiction in between.