If you asked me a couple of decades ago, What do you want to do with your life? I would have said I'd be helping people. And though I was sure I'd be doing that in a pair of scrubs, life had other plans. 

After spending a decade in pre-med programs, I made a path-altering decision, while recovering from a cracked bone in my leg (a month before my wedding): I wanted to be a writer.

I was ready to take my words out of their hiding place in my private journals and school papers and wedding speeches (which I was writing at the time of my epiphany) and into the bigger world. Before that moment, I was too afraid to pursue something that would leave me so vulnerable and open to criticism. And I was reluctant to do something that felt like it was more about me, than it was about others. 

But as soon as the decision was made, I knew it was right. I had often heard that my words affected others, and though I didn't know how or if I could use them to help people, I was determined to try. 

I've been publishing my work—in print and online—since graduating from journalism school in 2001, and I've been blogging since 2011. 

I am parent to four unique children, wife to my biggest crush, owner of the wisest dog, and friend and cheerleader to many. I write about parenting, relationships and family life in this space. I also freelance for various other publications. 

Yes, I still get scared. Yes, I still feel vulnerable. But I've learned to see those moments as an opportunity to bring truth to my writing. And I've learned the greatest way I can help people with my writing, is to share my stories with honesty.

You can find my freelance portfolio here and my most read posts here.





Late Night Plays was born by chance. My first post was written the week after I attended a writer's conference, where I was inspired (re: awestruck) by the incredible bloggers I met there. I listened to them speak of their dedication to writing for the joy of writing, and I felt something begin to stir. I had been working in corporate writing for years and attended the conference to learn how to improve those skills. Instead, I came away determined to create a space for my own words.

I've since learned they aren't just my words. They are yours, too. I'm reminded whenever I hear from one of you, whenever you tell me you found a piece of your story in one of mine, whenever you thank me for writing a post. And I am so grateful.

Thank you for being here. I hope you feel welcome.