For years my studio was a basement and my day job was helping people at the big-box store. At night, everything changed. I’d turn on the soundboard, sit behind a muted mic, and let extraordinary humans invite me into their lives—their struggles, their triumphs, the moments that broke them open, and the decisions that put them back together. Bestselling authors. Everest survivors. POWs. People who had stared down the impossible and walked toward it anyway.
Every single one changed me.
I started asking harder questions. I started taking bigger risks. I was dropped by helicopter onto the side of a mountain in Nepal and stayed with villagers in places most people will never see. I opened a store in Kathmandu to support local women, flew into Tel Aviv just to sit across from a man with a story worth hearing, and somewhere along the way collected twenty countries’ worth of moments that refused to stay quiet. Once I started seeking, I was changed.
I write because some experiences simply demand to be told. And because somewhere between the mountains and the mistakes and the moments that changed everything, I realized the best one was mine. So I write romcoms. Because every extraordinary journey I’ve ever taken—every mountain, every village, every stranger—taught me the same thing:
Falling in love with a person, a place, or the bravest version of yourself is still the most courageous thing a human being can do. And maybe that’s what I really want for every person who picks up one of my books: permission. Permission to go for it. To take the trip. To walk into the pub in the heels nobody expected. To look around one day and realize that one brave decision—however small, however terrifying—started a party that kept growing long after you expected it to. The beginning. The middle. How it all ends. That part’s yours.
I split my time between Wisconsin and Florida because one state was never going to be enough. I’ve been married twenty-five years to a man patient enough to love a risk-taker. I have wonderful children in my life. On Wednesdays you’ll find me at the shooting range with my girlfriend Kerri. I’ve won. I’ve failed. I’ve failed and won simultaneously. And the red heels that carried me through all of it still look great with a pair of worn jeans.
I've had the pleasure of visiting the following areas: Ireland, France, China, Mexico, Canada, Israel, Nepal, Guatemala, Belize, Honduras, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Azores, Iceland, Panama, England, Scotland, Switzerland, Italy, Portugal, India, Aubu Dabi, Dubai, and a few others.
