Grew up in the outdoors of Alaska and developed an early passion for storytelling.
Weapons of choice: kindness and laughter.
The Heart You Left
“In my heart, in my heart, the truth will always be.” The flowing melody leaves me. I touch a hand to my cheek to wipe it dry, forgetting about the light bruise in its linger. In a flash, Luciana’s face as she slapped me after I overcharged her boyfriend for his repairs at the garage. She was right, it was stupid – petty, but it still made me happy for a moment.