About Amy

The hardest thing in the word to do is to write straight honest prose on human beings. First you have to know how to write the subject; then you have to know how to write. Both take a lifetime to learn…
Ernest Hemingway

Her Story

She’s a writer with an insatiable thirst for creating authentic moments, for piecing together times that leave readers stepping back and thinking twice about situations that they wouldn’t normally bother to think about. When her fingers graze the keyboard, a spark ignites her mind, and the universe pours in.

There’s a succession of elements that follow and define the melody of her prose, providing its pitch and unique rhythm. You glimpse a different space, an alternate point of view. Ultimately, the passion is what you witness, whether it’s in her poetry, articles, or stories.

In her private days, she spends her time in her chill beach home in San Diego, California, with her husband and their international rescue pups, enjoying the ocean and nature as much as possible, but she also tries to write and create just as much, too. Her early career centered on journalism where her day job was working from 8 a.m. to whenever the clock told her it was time to submit to meet the deadline. She wrote for local community news outlets, as well as serving as a beat reporter for The San Diego Union-Tribune and defense and technology reporter for The San Diego Business Journal.

It’s always been writing though, telling stories that hit at the heart of issues.

Which is why her soft spot has always been for the topics that people have a hard time talking about because that is often where healing is needed the most, and perhaps it was all her years of playing club soccer but attacking issues head on is just her style.

"Then, the tears came. She would later tell her best friend, Cynthia, that therapy didn’t go so well. She was now ugly crying in her hands, and she was pretty sure her therapist was writing up papers to admit her. One session, she wanted one session where she didn’t end up crying like a hopeless bird who didn’t know how to fly."


Watching, Waiting...