I’m a mom of four (ages 14, 12, 10, and 5), a homeschooler for over a decade, a Sunday school teacher, and a woman who’s been chasing Jesus for almost thirty years while rarely feeling like I’m catching Him. I live in Southern California where I’m pursuing my bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing while surviving the beautiful chaos of motherhood.
My background is unconventional. I trained as a civil engineer in the Air Force and worked as an automotive mechanic before kids turned my world upside down. Most of what I’ve learned about writing, motherhood, and following Jesus has been learned in the trenches, refined through failure, and shaped by God’s patient grace.
I write because I can’t not write. Ideas grab hold of me and won’t let go until I wrestle them onto the page. Sometimes those ideas are practical like how to build spiritual habits when you’re too exhausted to think straight. Sometimes they’re theological. Asking questions such as how can God be good when life feels anything but? Sometimes they’re stories—fiction that explores the hard questions I don’t have neat answers for.
All of it centers on one truth: Christ meets us where we’re at, whether it be in the chaos of motherhood or the busyness of trying to do all the things. He will always meet us.
For years, I believed spiritual growth required a season I didn’t have. Uninterrupted quiet times. Lengthy Bible studies. A life more peaceful, more put-together life. More like the idealized versions of Christian motherhood I saw around me. I felt guilty for not measuring up. Guilty for the Bible sitting untouched. Guilty for prayers interrupted mid-sentence. Guilty for wondering if God saw me at all in the mess.
Then I started discovering something different. Not through having my circumstances change, but through understanding Scripture differently. Through seeing that the chaos wasn’t keeping me from God—it was revealing Him in ways I’d never noticed. Through realizing that motherhood isn’t a hindrance to spiritual growth but rather a catalyst for it.
That discovery transformed everything. And it became the heartbeat of my writing.
I write non-fiction that equips women with practical tools for growing spiritually in whatever season they’re actually in—not the season they wish they had. My first book, Abiding in the Chaos, addresses exhausted moms who want to grow spiritually but don’t know how when traditional spiritual disciplines feel impossible.
I write fiction that wrestles with hard questions about suffering, faith, and God’s character. Stories about people who shake their fists at heaven and demand answers. About orphans who challenge God to fix what He’s allowed to be broken. About the journey from bargaining with God to surrendering to Him—not because we get the answers we want, but because we encounter who He is.
I write blog posts with random thoughts that won’t leave me alone. Reflections on parenting struggles and gospel truth. Observations about finding God in laundry piles and carpool lines. Honest wrestling with what it means to follow Jesus when you’re touched out, stretched thin, and barely keeping your head above water.
My core values guide everything I create: Christ-centered first, family second, serving others third. I write to equip, encourage, and walk alongside moms who are exactly where I am – the chaos of motherhood.
When I’m not writing or homeschooling, you’ll find me traveling with my family (and writing about those adventures), practicing martial arts (where I’ve learned that discipline in training mirrors discipline in discipleship), or teaching elementary-aged kids about Jesus on Sunday mornings.
My mission is simple: Help moms find Christ in the center of their chaos and discover that He’s been there all along.
Because God meets us in the mess. And that changes everything.