Born in Italy to Liberian parents, I consider myself a global citizen, raised across cultures, cities, and expectations. I write romantic comedies and contemporary fiction rooted in real life, messy feelings, and the quiet humor that shows up when things do not go according to plan which is a lot.
My stories often center women who are growing, wanting, reinventing themselves, and figuring things out without tidy timelines or perfect personalities. I’m drawn to romantic chaos, layered friendships, and the moments where vulnerability collides with confidence, usually at the worst possible time. Much of what I write is inspired by my own relationships and the ones I have witnessed up close, the kind where love is sincere, communication is questionable, and everyone is trying their best anyway.
When I’m not writing, I’m karaokeing, traveling, and spending time with my son. I also do most of that while writing. My work blends heart, wit, and emotional honesty, pulling from the places I have lived, the love stories I have survived, and the many versions of myself I have had to become along the way. I find myself writing these words with every reinvention of myself.
Born in Italy to Liberian parents, I consider myself a global citizen, raised across cultures, cities, and expectations. I write romantic comedies and contemporary fiction rooted in real life, messy feelings, and the quiet humor that shows up when things do not go according to plan which is a lot.
My stories often center women who are growing, wanting, reinventing themselves, and figuring things out without tidy timelines or perfect...
I never expected my anonymous “Kissing List” column to go viral. I just thought the internet would appreciate my questionable dating history.
But suddenly everyone wants to know who I am. My boss wants a massive New Year’s Eve reveal. My readers want updates like I’m their emotional support soap opera. And my family? They want to supervise my love...
I’ve been writing since I was a little girl. For a long time, I thought that meant I would grow up to be a journalist. I loved observing people, listening closely, noticing the way conversations curved and collided. It felt natural to want to turn that attention into words.
Life, of course, had other plans. Like many people with big creative dreams, I was gently but firmly encouraged to be practical. I published a few poems, chased traditional publishing paths, and came very close a few times....
