Family girl. Possesses the best nephew in the world. Teacher at heart and in practice. In awe of the Redeemer's handiwork.

Will rant about the dangers of romanticism, indie author burnout culture, and the crucial role of Tom Bombadil in Lord of the Rings, except I probably won't because I save most of that for my blog now (when I have time to write on it which is never).

No longer posting to Wattpad because this site has gradually and systematically destroyed piece after piece of the community that it originally fostered. Yay for anyone who still gets meaningful interaction out of it, though. No judgment. After all, I stuck it out on pure nostalgia for years.

For similar reasons, but also due to imminent publishing pursuits, I have withdrawn all my original works from this site. My randomness books (for what they're worth) remain up, along with my select few Tolkien fanfiction oneshots.

Back in the day, the lovely readers in my circle knew me by my four-book Ceristen Series, commencing with The Journey. If you're curious what's involved with that, I keep a preview of all four series installments up on this site. Or you could just browse my website linked below.

Whatever brought you here, and whatever your interest level in me or my words, don't hesitate to say hi! I'm a sucker for human connection and still check this site regularly despite its abominable paywalls and destruction of former good features. But to be clear, with highly exclusive exceptions, I neither read nor write on this site anymore. You will find me a willing conversationalist but a static user.

/We'll see how the tears/
were caught in the palms/
of the Giver of love/
and the Lover of all/
and we'll look back on those tears/
as old tales/
- Andrew Peterson, "After the Last Tear Falls" (2014)

Soli Deo Gloria