I live in Philadelphia, PA where by day I am a public policy attorney, spending much of my time mining my experiences for stuff to write about. I like to think I speak directly to the experiences of women of color who don’t fit the mold and don’t see themselves represented in gritty urban fiction, but who occasionally want to read something a little more accessible than the lyrical but complex prose of some of our best poets and writers.
I used to think a writer was someone who’d gotten a book deal and was able to spend their entire day working on their next novel. And as I grew my career in Washington DC, making money but not much from my writing, I decided to define myself in other terms: lawyer, wife, mother . . .
But the truth is, through all of that, and even long before, I was a writer. I wrote my first poem when I was four years old. In high school I filled notebooks with stories, sharing them with friends and classmates. And I remember being tortured during law school because I had to choose between writing fiction or reading cases.
Now I realize that ‘writer’ is not a profession for me, but an identity. I can’t recall a single experience I’ve had that I didn’t look at from the outside, trying to imagine how I might use it in my writing later. ‘Writer’ is not what I do, it is what I am. I hope that my work speaks to you.
Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I will answer.