Some people move through grief. I write through it. I always have.

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A lifelong journaler and fountain pen enthusiast turned memoirist, I've spent years turning love and loss into essays — stories about my husband Ken, about caregiving and survival, about the slow, uneven work of finding joy on the other side of the worst thing. Those essays became The Luck We Carry: Love, Loss, and the Stories That Shape Us, my debut memoir.

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I've believed in the power of writing since I was thirteen years old, scrawling on an old yellow stenography pad. Something about putting words on paper — the weight of the pen, the scratch of the nib, the way a sentence can suddenly hold something you didn't know you were feeling — has always felt like the most honest thing I know how to do. Grief didn't change that. If anything, it proved it.

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I'm also the founder of Twisted Plot Paper, a journaling brand built on a simple belief: writing saves people. It saved me. And I've spent the better part of my adult life trying to hand that lifeline to anyone who needs it.

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I live in Chicagoland serve on the board of the Friends of my local library, and am almost always somewhere nearby with a journal and the right fountain pen for the moment.