about this site

I never realized how vulnerable it feels to post personal work until ​creating this site. However, I wanted a place to unofficially publish ​stories and poems that may one day turn into a book.

The name of the site comes from my mindset regarding writing. I’ve ​always found comfort in the phrase “come as you are” and do my best ​to ensure that others feel like they can be themselves around me and ​find acceptance.

“Write as you are” is meant to remind me that my writing doesn’t need ​to be perfect, and may never be perfect in my own eyes. But that doesn’t ​mean I shouldn’t allow others to read it.

A story may never be done from my perspective, but it can still speak to ​a variety of readers’ emotions, inspire, empower, and encourage.

At the end of the day, I’ll never know if I can be a successful writer ​unless I try. So, bring on the vulnerability.

about me

For as long as I can remember, I have been a passionate reader and ​writer.

Even when I was little, my mom always signed me up for writing ​activities and encouraged me to enter writing contests. Throughout ​school, I excelled in honors English classes with ease. Writing came ​naturally to me, but I never thought of it as much more than a hobby.

Like many, when it was time to declare a college major, I switched ​mine several times, unsure of what I wanted to do. I knew I loved ​writing, but what did that mean? Could I really turn that into a ​career? The cliche trope of the struggling, tortured, reclusive writer ​made me question if it was a legitimate option.

After majoring in Biology, Liberal Arts, and Education, and even ​looking into culinary schools, I came to the conclusion that I was ​good at writing because it was my passion and not the other way ​around. This was a game-changing epiphone that led me to transfer ​to a university as an English major. From there, the dream of ​becoming an editor took shape.

My dad, however, feared I would struggle to find a job in such a competitive, niche field. Our compromise was for me to add a ​teaching certificate to my major “just in case.” Honestly, thank god for dads.

Shortly after graduating in December 2019, the Covid pandemic was in full swing, and no one (literally no one) was hiring - except ​schools. After filling out over 20 job applications with no leads, I finally caved and accepted a teaching job in July 2020.

For two years, I taught 7th-grade English to the most awkward, chaotic, and downright goofy thirteen-year-olds. As insane as ​teaching was, and as glad as I am to have moved on, I wouldn’t trade that time for anything.

Once I made the decision to quit teaching and pursue a career in editing again, the love of language came rushing back. The creative ​floodgates were reopened, and I began reading and writing for fun again. That was all the reassurance I needed.

As I sat in my empty classroom on the last day of school in May of 2022, I promised myself I would never forget the last two years ​while looking ahead to an exciting future. Hopefully, a future full of stories both read and written.