Write it

I’m an artist in every sense of the word—clothing, candles, culture—but writing has always been my first love. It’s the one art form that never lets go, no matter how far I drift into other creative spaces. I don’t just write to tell stories—I write to shift atmospheres. To make people feel. To make them think. There’s something sacred about building characters and worlds that can pull a person out of their reality and drop them into a new one, even if just for a moment.

I was born in Southern California, where my roots run deep. Days spent in the Fairfax District with my great-grandmother or in Compton with my grandmother were never just visits—they were living stories. Laughter in kitchens, wisdom in small talk, style and soul in every corner. I carry those memories like heirlooms, passing them on through my pen.

Story telling feels ancestral to me—a gift given by God passed down through my bloodline. I come from storytellers, both women and men, who knew how to speak life through rhythm, truth, and lived experience. I write because it’s in me. Because I was born to. And because some stories—especially ours—deserve to be told in full color, full volume, and full truth.