In the fall of 2011 I was diagnosed with stage 3 melanoma.  I was 25. Following three procedures and a year of immunotherapy, my wayward mutations decided to leave me alone. Ten years later, I'm fortunate enough to remain cancer-free. Since undergoing treatment, I've devoted my life to pursuing what fulfills me and the moments with the people who make me whole.  

 

I've always had the unshakable urge to create. And I tell stories because it cleanses my spirit and nurtures my mind, and because I hope my readers will take something from them. You can usually find me in or around the Appalachian mountains and valleys of my home state, or pounding the pavement in NYC. 

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