These are my stories, spaces where I imagine worlds otherwise.

My heroines have traveled a journey of many thousand years to reach a place of their own choosing. They trust their own knowing. What changes them is never force or accident, but discovery: an intention held, a choice made.

Some carry threads of Persian myth and the oral traditions of women. Some braid East and West, the remembered and the dreamed. Some belong to no tradition but their own.

They are my refuge. Lullabies for nights darkened by realities that seem unreal. Places where tenderness is power.

New stories will appear as they’re ready.