Vivacious, witty, & a Bit feral. 

I was born and raised in Miami. Not the Miami depicted in mainstream culture— my mother was a Southern belle who fell for an eccentric swamp man with a passion for rare orchids and exotic turtles. My four sisters and I grew up in an old Spanish house on a street dripping with olive trees. On the weekends, we were barefoot in the Everglades where I memorized the name of every plant and bird I passed. When I was 7, I befriended  a neighbor who, along with her husband, was a renowned architectural historian. They split their time between teaching at University of Miami and Yale and never had children. We would walk our dogs together every morning and point out our favorite gardens or architectural details around the neighborhood. Every spring, I would visit them in New Haven and enjoy private tours of the Yale museum and dinners with great minds such as David McCullough and Maya Lin. These are my roots of my stories. Art, architecture, wilderness, and a lot of bossy barefoot women.