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The Night the Tables Kept Filling
They call me Belle at the bookstore. It began as a joke and settled into a kind of second identity, as nicknames sometimes do.It made sense because I am always in that store. The staff know my name and my order and which aisles I am in when I’m not seeking a particular book. At…
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Becoming Someone Else’s Handiwork
I met her at a board game night. It was one of the rare occasions that year I left the house for anything social. She was, objectively, one of the coolest people I have ever shared a room with. Married almost a decade to a man who clearly adored her. Covered in tattoos that were…
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Cinderella And What Happens After The Ball
No story has sat closer to my actual life than Cinderella. I’m honestly still not entirely sure whether that is comforting or grim. Probably both…. probably. The version most people know is the animated Disney one, which is frankly way too soft and glamorous for my liking. The older tellings, really, are harder. In the…
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The Emerald That…. Wasn’t
I had a ring in 2nd grade that I loved beyond all reason. It was cheap nickel alloy, clearly. So cheap, in fact, that it turned my finger green and would most definitely would have left a ring of raised skin if I ever took it off, which of course I never did. The stone…
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Meet The Alchemist
I read more than is probably reasonable and keep trying to fit one more bookshelf into my living room. It’s a battle I’ve mostly accepted.
I ended up becoming the family’s “black sheep” who pursued medicine instead of the arts everyone in my family seemed to wander into. Somewhere between pharmacology and theology, I found myself gathering more degrees than I intended. “The Alchemist Chronicles” acknowledges the lineage: those of us who measure powders as heirs to medieval practitioners who eventually became known as “pharmacists.”
I live what I consider an abundantly vibrant life. I’m told that If an exclamation point was a person, it would be me. I dance, teach, draw, lift, explore, play, and regularly disappear into a Dungeons & Dragon campaign. If there’s a hobby that exists, chances are I tried it at some point. At home, I have a pet snake named Tiamat and I’m a single mom to a brainy kiddo I’m profoundly proud of. My heart is full, as is my plate.
My aim is simply to leave a record of where I have been, what I have noticed, and why it mattered to me. If that resonates with you as well– welcome to this corner of the internet.
