Writer. Copywriter. Poet. I write with voice.
Words that sell without trying to. I write sharp, personality-driven copy for brands that have something to say — product descriptions, website copy, and anything that needs a voice behind it.
Blog posts and articles that feel like a real person wrote them — because one did. Warm, readable, and just the right amount of funny. Content that makes people want to keep reading.
Poetry for the people who need to feel less alone. Written from the edges of real experience — the hard stuff, the quiet stuff, and everything in between.
Writing found me somewhere between Grade 8 and 9 — and it never really let go.
I write for the people who don't yet have the words together. The ones sitting with something heavy, something confusing, something they can't quite name. My job is to name it for them.
Whether it's a poem or a product description, the goal is always the same: to make whoever is reading feel seen, understood, and a little less alone in the world.
For when every day feels like a Monday. This year has been the longest Monday in history and you need something comforting to get you through the day. Do you know what regret smells like? It smells like “Monday, Ugh.” with a coffee riding shotgun, because duh! What doesn’t coffee go with? What better to lighten up your Monday morning than a small fire. (Not intended for use to start your office on fire)
This mug does say "Fuck This Shit" — but only if you're paying close enough attention.
A hidden message mug for anyone who's held it together one meeting too many.
A deceptively classy design hides your daily dose of profanity in plain sight, making it the perfect funny office gift, coworker gift, or treat-yourself purchase for someone running low on patience.
Ever wake up and immediately think "Fuck This Shit"? This mug is for when you're not interested in being subtle about what you're thinking or feeling. Bluntly let's others know that you're already done with today, and tomorrow's probably not looking good either.
It's a perfect gift for yourself, because who knows better what you want and need? It is also a thoughtful gift for coworkers and night owls alike, letting others know to leave them alone... In case their face doesn't say it.
Have you ever been at home all alone and gotten that feeling that you’re being watched? We have recently figured out that it is very possible that you are in fact being watched. If you have any plants in your house, you could be being judged by them. Day and night.Until very recently people haven’t been aware that plants can see and judge the things we are doing (or not doing) in our homes. Dust on the table? Clutter on the floor? Shoes in front of the door? Garbage bin overflowing? Or even laundry forgotten in the wash? Yes, all of those things, plants are there, and are judging us for what we are doing or not doing.The plants are judging because they believe that if they had thumbs, they could do it better. Instead they are rooted where they are, being neglected without water, and they do their best to grow towards the door. They are trying to get outside to where all the sunlight is. Honestly? Can't blame them. If you had to watch someone forget their laundry for the third day in a row, you'd be plotting your escape too.
They didn’t deserve you, but this cake does. Cake plus you equals happiness. Simple Math. No Notes.
#SpiteCake #AlwaysCakeTime #TheirLossOurGain
You were the glue that held it together, but now let the icing hold you together because you deserve the whole damn thing.
#SpiteCake #JustForYou #YouDeserveIt
You don’t need anyone's permission. You do not answer to anyone. Cake doesn’t ask questions. Cake understands.
#SpiteCake #WeGotYou #CakeEveryday
It's eating me up inside...
Rotting from the inside out.
I have changed and grown,
But I'll always be the same.I had always hoped,
That I would grow out of it.
That it wouldn't always be a part of me,
But it is.I have begun to realize,
That we all have monsters inside us.
We just learn about them,
And learn to live with them.
There’s an open space when you leave,
I’m counting down the minutes till you return.Time has never felt so slow,
This room feels so big,
Every breath echoes.I close my eyes tight,
Exhale,
There it is.
Warm arms around me,
Your smile.
Wherever I go,
I'll take you with me.You feed the hunger,
Deep inside of me.I can't get you out of my head,
My heart's beating your name.My arms,
Long to pull you into me.I’m going to hold you tight to my chest,
And keep you safe.You’re precious to me,
And can not be replaced.