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Samantha grew up in rural New Mexico. She’s since studied and worked all over the world. On a tight budget, it was very unglamorous, and also very romantic. After following a dream to Seattle, she eventually settled in a town outside the city, much like Sweet Bay.

Samantha lives with her two young daughters and husband, who is not an inspiration for any of the love interests because he’s too good to be true and no one would believe it.

Samantha loves her day job , where she uses play-based therapy to provide speech and language services to pre-school and elementary students.

Having sifted through dozens of old Jack-Kerouac-meets-Taylor-Swift journals and chaotic writing on scraps of paper from a jam-packed life she can’t believe she’s lived, she’s finally pieced together the stories she’s always wanted to write

  • It should have been full. Life was full. And sunny and blessed. And I didn't feel all of it. It was like I was on the other side of the glass. It was like life diet, a dream with no feelings.

    SJ, 2021

  • The crackling fire and the rich green grass. The pitter patter rain drops. 'I need a kiss mama.' The trees that give everything a home and sprawling life. The generosity of water all around. The freshness is penetrating and softens all rot

    SJ, 2020

  • Let the shimmer in the folds race into your bones and settle in for the long run. Stretch like the sun and reach for the whispers in the clouds. Feel your balance and lack thereof; beam anyway. The sun is shining and the waves are too. You found a new rock.

    SJ, 2012

Much like Ivy, I’m bad at email, but someone will get back to you soon!

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