ABOUT ME

I wrote my first short story in 1992 after watching the cinematic masterpiece A League of Their Own. The movie was absolute perfection, except for the end. The end sucked. Spoiler alert: The Rockford Peaches should’ve won, and Dottie Hinson should’ve held onto that ball. Inspired by outrage, I rewrote the film on my heart shaped notebook while lying on the floor of my bedroom next to my Barbie Dream House. I’d kill to still have that house, and honestly, the ability to write on heart-shaped paper. Anyway, fast forward thirty years later, and I’m still writing books in my bedroom, except now I do it on a computer next to piles of laundry.