I’ve loved books for as long as I can remember.
Not because they were assigned. Not because they were useful. Just because they exist—and life is better with them in it.

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Reading has always been part of my family. My dad read constantly and taught me early that books were companions, not obligations. My grandma read the same way—buying armfuls of paperbacks, devouring them, and then giving them away like gifts that needed to keep moving. Books were meant to be shared.

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They still are.

I trade books with my brother and sister. I share them with my stepmom and my niece. Books are at the center of my relationship with my son.  Books move through our lives the way good conversations do—passed along, talked about, remembered, sometimes returned, often replaced with another copy because letting them go didn’t mean letting them go forever.

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I asked for books for birthdays and Christmas instead of toys. I still do. I read constantly, talk about books enthusiastically (sometimes aggressively), and genuinely believe there’s no such thing as a useless book. Fiction or nonfiction, quiet or loud, serious or ridiculous—every story has something to offer if you’re willing to meet it where it is.

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At some point, loving books turned into helping make them. I found that what I loved most wasn’t just reading—it was the moment when an idea became real. When a story stopped being something someone meant to write and became a book you could hold.

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I work with people who want their books to exist. Some are finished. Some need shaping. Some are still living in their heads. The books I help bring into the world aren’t always written to sell thousands of copies. They’re written for family, for community, for the people who lived the story, and for readers who needed to hear it. Those books matter. They sit on shelves. They get shared. They change things in small, meaningful ways.

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I write. I read. I edit. I help people finish the books they’ve been carrying for years. I believe books are companions—not products—and that bringing one into the world doesn’t require permission, pressure, or pretending to be someone you’re not.

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Soul Symbiosis is where all of that lives.
Books. Connection. Creation. Joy.
And an ever-growing list of recommendations I’m very excited to talk about.