“To capture dysfunction, power, and identity in ways that feel palm-sized to the reader.”
Current Projects
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Novel
SYNOPSIS: Let Go
Tia Winter gets fired from every job she touches. In this novel, told through interconnected stories from the people who fired her, Tia's journey unfolds from the South Pacific to Europe and lands in the competitive world of Los Angeles. Brimming with potential, she's defiant, unreliable, and beckons chaos at every turn— utterly unemployable.
At stake are Tia's sanity and self-worth. If she fails to reinvent herself, she risks being trapped in a perpetual cycle of rejection. Amidst the turmoil, she boldly launches a tech business to help fellow corporate rejects navigate life after being fired—simply because there’s nothing left to do. Will Tia finally prove she's more than her pink slip collection?
In the end, Tia Winter emerges as a character whose life, though marked by mistakes and misunderstandings, is also filled with moments of triumph and humanity. The novel captures the essence of traversing the world as a woman in business and the complexities of human relationships, painting a portrait that is both deeply personal and universally resonant.
Join her rollercoaster ride through failures, quirky characters, and unexpected victories as she learns what it means to truly let go in a world that loves to let you go.
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TV Pilot
LOGLINE: The Rally
Jordan Hana, 43yo single mom disconnected from her cultural roots is thrust into the world of palliative care in the burbs of Orange County after inheriting a hospice home from her late Uncle Nalu. Knee-deep in bedpans, and a relentless dose of death, Jordan must navigate the quirks of the terminally ill and the questionable ideas of what ‘living’ means, because, humans are weird, especially dying white folk. She’s on a mission to get in and out quick; and get her and her kid’s life back on track in New York. All she has to do is learn the ropes, turn a year’s profit, and sell. Cakewalk.
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Short Stories
EXCERPT FROM: Final Round
A bell rang across the grounds of the boarding school signaling; twenty minutes until lights out. Nonetheless, Antje Ryan hardly noticed the dilapidated chime the bell made or the tired stomp of Caroline Harker walking into the office.
“I busted three girls smoking behind the laundry room, Antje—Antje?” Caroline said red-faced and breathless.
Antje Ryan looked up from her crossword, irritated by the use of her first name. Was it too much to ask to be referred to as Mrs. Ryan? Her eyes drifted to the clock and then to the calendar. Time seemed to have slowed to a grind since she’d taken up her new position at the boarding school at Finn Girls, defying decades of hastening.
EXCERPT FROM: The Artist
His previous lover, Estelle—who he’d despised talking with, but relished making love to—told him he was handsome in the same way one may enjoy looking at a Manet. The structure and confidence appear at first glance, but the complexity and loose form on any detailed inspection were too confronting to be truly attractive. She’d said it while on top of him, her naked body clenching his. He was so aroused by her that he didn’t think more of what she’d said until he’d showered later that night and caught sight of himself in the foggy, wet mirror.
EXCERPT FROM: Notice
“How is the goddess?” Sav asked before he took off his jacket. She looked at him two bacon fries crunched loudly in her mouth in exclamation.“She is a goddess,” he said, signaling to the barman for a pint.
“I like her. You know she was saying during her flat-warming that she speaks six languages. She’s impressive.”
“I speak four.”
Sav regarded his claim dismissively, “Two–at best.”
“Three—well enough.”
He took a drink of his pint, and said, “She’d pass the Manchester Test”.
“Lovers are exempt from the Manchester Test.”
“Why?”
“First off, lovers—not girlfriends—lovers,” she clarified, “are unreliable.”