It has been three years since I first published Searching for Faerie, Finding Me through Amazon’s print-on-demand platform. At the time, simply finishing the book felt monumental. I had taken an idea that once existed only quietly in my imagination and brought it into the world in physical form. That alone felt like an accomplishment worth celebrating. But over the years, I found myself continually returning to the story as I painted on canvas. Certain lines questioned me, ce

People sometimes ask me why I wrote Searching for Faerie, Finding Me. The answer has changed over the years, but today I think it comes down to one simple truth: I wrote the book I wish I had when I was a little girl. Not because I needed another story to read, but because I needed a voice beside me reminding me that I was enough exactly as I was. Growing up, I never felt deeply connected to the creative in me. The message I somehow heard was that I had to improve, to be bett

It makes me feel so sad seeing the devastation in cities in Mindanao after the earthquake. Having grown up there and called it home for most of my life, the fear and sadness feel deeply personal. I find it difficult to watch the constant images and stories, so I have stepped away from the news and buried myself in my work on Searching for Faerie. The earthquake may have shaken the land, but it cannot erase the love, memories, and resilience of the people who call Mindanao hom