Writer. Storyteller. Grandma-in-Chief (no kids, just vibes).

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I was born in the ’70s — which means I’m older than SNL and Pedro Pascal (just by months, but I’m still claiming it). I grew up on the South Side of Chicago, on the same street Al Capone once called home. Now I live at the very top of the city, where Chicago kisses Evanston.

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I’ve always been a story sponge. TV and film run deep in my DNA — don’t ask me my favorite movie unless you’re ready to specify the decade and the genre. But fine:
1980s drama? The Legend of Billie Jean.
2000s crime? The Departed.

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I read a lot of WWII history and old Chicago lore. I write screenplays that explore trauma, mental health, and revolution. I write copy that grooves — blending sharp strategy with human voice. And I believe that storytelling should do more than sell — it should connect.

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I’ve got a garden of tattoos, all flowers, each one tied to a memory or a place I’ve loved. I bought a PS5 just to play Baldur’s Gate 3 and clocked 1,443 hours. No regrets.

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I’m a South Side girl with North Side patience, a deep respect for structure, and a belief that creativity should come with soul. I’m also a proud Go-Go (Zulu for grandma) to the sweetest little girl — not biologically mine, but I’m skipping the middle man and taking the title anyway.

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I write because it’s how I stay human.

Let’s build something that says something.