How My Son Taught Me to Write
My son was born without words after exposure to radiation while I was pregnant left him unable to articulate his world.
Doctors gave us diagnoses, therapies, and outcomes. But he gave me something better: a reason to listen.
He didn’t learn language from people. He learned from television. He’d watch a single scene again and again, replaying the same moment until he understood it. He taught himself to speak by studying the shape of emotion.
And that’s when I understood, stories aren’t just entertainment. They’re survival. They’re a lifeline.
So I write…for him. For anyone who ever felt alone in a world full of sound.
What I Write
I write for the watchers, the mimics, the ones who learned emotion from reruns and connection from characters.
I write dark comedies, sci-fi satires, revenge thrillers, and tender moments inside twisted worlds.
But always, I write for those who still press rewind.
I write dark comedies, sci-fi satires, revenge thrillers, and tender moments inside twisted worlds.
But always, I write for those who still press rewind.
Selected Works
War Den – A thriller TV pilot exploring the fear of discrimination and the reality of disability
Only Grans – A proof-of-concept short that reclaims power and humor in unexpected places
Praying for Prey – A short comedy film about agency and the societal expectations placed on women.
Let’s Tell the Next Story
Want to read a sample? Co-write? Build something with real depth?
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