Creative Bio

When I was a teenager, I went to see a man in my neighborhood to get my fortune told. He put his hands on my head and started talking, haltingly, waiting on stuttering inspiration to tell me what I could expect to happen in my life if I kept all the rules of the religion we shared.

It was the first time I became aware of a very specific anxiety that I was not in control of my life or my identity. I was a Mormon girl destined to become a Mormon woman, wife, and mother, and it was many years before I found the courage to begin the work of self-reclamation.

Now, as a happily childless ex-Mormon divorcee, an out bi- and demisexual, and the biracial product of motley British and Aztec lineage, I write to explore my liminal parts and to find new ways to celebrate—and own—my sexuality, queerness, womanhood, and autonomy.