I write.
Can’t seem to help it. Memoir. Journalism. Essays. Fiction. Whatever. It just keeps falling out of my fingers.
In the past 16 years and change I've written more things than I could ever possibly remember. Lots of fancy marketing that did its job and made a whole bunch of money. Investigative reporting that peels back the grimy, stubborn layers of the US Federal Prison System. Civil rights reports and angry white lady letters that spurred OIG investigations and got evidence into Congressional subcommittee hearings that would have otherwise never seen the light of day. Essays throwing down for the South. A romance novel or two. The very occasional poem.
I’ve lived everywhere, and I’ve rubbed shoulders with mob lawyers, retired meth dealers, and homeless people as often as with 8-figure entrepreneurs, best-selling authors, and members of Congress. I’ve built advocacy machines, run a successful international marketing agency, been perma-banned from the Southern Baptist Convention, and gotten the inside scoop on how to source a stromboli in prison. Throughout it all, I’m constantly amazed and fascinated by the common humanity involved.
My current projects are:
Batshit
I grew up in a family of Christian nationalists, and it damn near killed me. Batshit is the story of how I came home to myself, despite all the odds. Batshit is currently with beta readers, and you can read updates and excerpts here. If you like books like The Glass Castle, Educated, or Lit, this is for you.
Bolt
I make words make money. Data-driven, human-centered marketing for good people doing hard work that matters.
Beyond Broken
A six-part series on the US Federal Prison system — and concrete, actually useful steps you can take to help fix it. Think: true-crime adjacent, minus the voyeurism and hype, plus practical advice.
Strong opinions on the South, thoughts on disposable Americans, anything to do with the levers of power, real-life human stakes, and complexity.
Essays and Pods
Feral Wife
“This is never going to be anything serious,” I told the man who would become my husband within the year.
Then, just when I’d realized I’d fallen in love with him, he was unexpectedly sent to prison. This is the story of how the two of us — and our marriage — survived the Federal Prison System.