My Story

I’m so glad you’re here.

Years ago, when I had “Rachel hair”, I was a copywriter.  

The work was invigorating. The lessons were priceless.

What followed was birthing three children, carpooling, and cooking. I am relieved that I didn’t poison anyone or burned my house down. I volunteered everywhere while landing a few freelance writing gigs in between.

Longing to write a story that was brewing in my mind, I fled to my neighbourhood coffee shop, (yes, coffee pun intended) and began.

And I haven’t stopped since.

Although I now have a hairstyle of my own. My children are now adults. My house is still intact, and we never had to call poison control.

Yet.