Once upon a time, I lived next to a cotton field in a small town in North Carolina. My heart’s desire was to finish college, be a well-trained dancer, and heal from a laundry list of broken-hearted moments. I graduated from the University of North Carolina at Wilmington with a B.A. in philosophy and a minor in psychology. I later moved to NYC where I was a part of Broadway Dance Center’s Summer Professional program. Upon my return from two years of adventures in NYC and later LA, I was knocked face first in the reality that I was losing my brother to drugs. Randall lost his job, his car, his marriage, and his kids all in less than a year. Within a year in a half he lost his life.
I took my grief with me to process in the cold tundra also known as North Dakota where I currently reside. You can find me freelance writing on most days, teaching dance on most nights, and going for long walks with my boyfriend when the weather is above 20 degrees. If ever you need me, feel free to get in touch.