I grew up in the midst of the rural farmlands of eastern North Carolina (yep, tobacco and college basketball country). I moved to Asheville in the western part of the state in 2003 to attend college at the University of North Carolina – Asheville (Go Bulldogs!) and remained in the area following graduation. After an eight-month stay in the Queen City of Charlotte (for a change of scenery), I returned to my eastern North Carolina roots and am currently residing in the bustling capital of Raleigh.
I hold a bachelor of arts degree in history having primarily focused on the period between the American Revolution and the Civil War. Why history, you may ask? Well, to put it simply, there was no math required. I chose UNCA intending to follow my passion for weather into atmospheric sciences. Upon graduation, I planned to move to the mid-West and work as a field researcher in meteorology (aka “I wanted to be a storm chaser…”). Clearly, that didn’t work out so well. I settled on history after trying my hand at management (boring) and journalism (those people are on a whole different level of crazy). I never had a true idea of what to do once I actually earned the degree, but I have at different points of my life leaned toward research historian, genealogist, and curator. Obviously, none of those worked out either…
So here I now sit, a freelance writer with a caffeine addiction, who gets high off the smell of old books and occasionally strings a few rhyming words together for pure enjoyment. I’m also a BMI-affiliated songwriter looking to set the world on fire with my clever lyrics and restless heart. At any given time, you can find me sipping on coffee or tea, reading a book or knitting a scarf, staring out the window at the rain, and wondering which world I should conquer next.
“Strength doesn’t come from what you can do. It comes from overcoming the things you once thought you couldn’t.” – Rikki Rogers