I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember, since before I knew how to form letters or string words into sentences. I’d take scraps of paper, scribble on them, and then read the stories to my mom. I remember spending entire afternoons in my bedroom writing short stories into journals or later into my computer. I’ve always wondered about the spiritual and what was beyond what I could see. I love being outdoors on a hike, sitting by water, or swinging on a swing. In 2017, I took my mom to an art journaling class as a Mother’s Day present. I had met the teacher at my church and thought it was up our alley. I had no idea how that class would change the trajectory of my life. We loved the class so much that we became regulars over the next four years. Art journaling helped heal things in me I couldn’t name with words. While I had always loved doing art, those classes gave me a new set of skills that I use in all my art today. I love creating pieces to hang on the walls in our home and in my art journal. In 2020, I began creating journals that I sell in my shop, Clementine Creations.

Most days, ok, all days, I’m entirely fueled by iced coffee and creativity. I was married for fourteen years, had four children, all with their beautiful rainbows of diversity, neurodivergence, special needs, and quirks – they make up the biggest piece of my heart. I was divorced (and really happy about it) in 2020, found the actual love of my life, and remarried in 2025. I wish all my years were filled with playing with my kids, drinking coffee, hanging out at bookstores, and writing books. But they’ve been filled with a lot of hospital stays, therapeutic therapies, IEP meetings, cancer treatments, and crying. I’ve struggled with my mental health for as long as I can remember. I’m not giving up, though. I’m sticking around, and I’m not going to stop creating.