On July 2nd, 2024, I lost my father. He was my cheerleader, my buddy, my hero. I can’t quite put into words yet how much I miss him, and how different life feels without him. He was so proud of me and everything I did - whether it was theatre, music, crafts, pottery, and in the last few years he witnessed the blossoming of my business, my life’s work.

The ironic thing is, I love writing. I’ve kept a journal since I was about 9 years old, I excelled in creative writing courses, I even find that coming up with Instagram captions can be fun.