My first passion has always been writing. I started keeping a journal when I was 12 and from that point forward, I wrote for more than 20 years. For most of my life, I felt that I had an important story to tell. I used to envision publishing a memoir and someday sitting across from Oprah, discussing my book. (Ok, I admit it… I still hold this vision.)

Eventually, I took my first step toward making my memoir dreams a reality and I began to blog my life stories. I wrote honestly and vulnerably about the losses I had endured; about depression; about the devastating grief of miscarriage and infertility; about living in anger and rage; about complicated relationships and heartbreak. I owned my story and stood shamelessly in my truth. But most importantly, I told my story in an empowering way.