This is True…

I started writing this ‘about’ page and ended up writing a short story instead.

It started like this.

It was a dark and stormy night. Cold… February cold. I had forgotten what cold felt like. It was after midnight when my Uber dropped me off at my old, drafty uptown apartment. The ride home from the airport ignited a stream of memories from what felt like a past life.

My home had been vacant for months. I hadn’t used my heater in over a year and it smelled like musty burning plastic when I cranked it on. I rolled my suitcase into my room, slid my feet out of my loafers, poured myself a glass of wine and curled up on my sofa. I began to scroll through my photos so I could reminisce about Antoine, the man I fell in love with on my Caribbean adventure.

I wasn’t tired even though I’d been traveling since noon. I knew that I needed to return to Dallas—that I had things I needed to tend to in the city, but as soon as I walked across the San Pedro tarmac and stepped up into the single engine plane, I was already longing for the island… longing for another moment with the golden-skin fisherman who had stolen my heart.

I scrolled down and found a candid picture I’d taken of him. One that made his biceps look extra big. As I imagined his arms wrapped around me, I noticed an anomaly in the corner of the photo. I zoomed in to observe an image in the shadow–the whites of a man's eyes offset by black irises and coffee colored skin, fixated on Antoine in a stone-cold stare.

I zoomed in closer and tried to identify the man. He looked vaguely familiar… but he also could have just been a regular at the local bar.

I scrolled down to another picture. There he was again. Same man, different bar… lurking in a dark corner, eying Antoine with a furrowed brow.

I hadn’t messaged Antoine to let him know that I’d arrived back in Dallas safely. I wanted to call him and ask about the man in the picture but before I had a chance to find his number, my phone dinged… a text from Belize… a number I didn’t recognize.

Did you hear what happened to Antoine?

My heart skipped a beat. Another text was about to come in. I watched in anticipation as the ellipses rolled up and down. A bead of sweat ran down the back of my neck and anxiety ensued. The ellipses disappeared. The messenger had stopped typing… and then started again. 

I stood up and started pacing across the room and checked my phone to see if the next message had been sent. It hadn’t. The ellipses were still rolling up and down. I couldn’t wait. I had to call Antoine.

I reached for my phone and the screen went… black.

If you love a haunting story about the underbelly of a Caribbean island, then you’re in the right place.


This is passion.

I’ve been writing about, and illustrating, San Pedro, a little island off the coast of Belize, for five years now. Prior to that, I was immersed in the Dallas art world, illustrating the vast landscape that makes Texas so alluring.

If you’ve ever walked into the lobby of the Aloft Hotel in downtown Austin and viewed the super vibrant, larger than life city plan, then you’ve already stepped into my world.

I’ve created art for numerous major hotel and development brands including Aloft, Element, JW Marriott, and ECI Lodging and have been featured in publications like D Magazine and Dallas Style and Design. I’ve exhibited my art internationally and my writing has been published in numerous journals including Sivana East and Lulu Press and is available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kindle Direct and Medium.

Whether you’re purchasing an original piece of art, a giclee print, or one of my books, you’re buying a piece of the Caribbean. You’re becoming a part of the narrative.

“Texas, New Orleans, sailing, being a female artist (although I’m a musician… I have a similar tale of a chance at success, but at a cost I refused to pay), family ties, intuition, there are just so many uncanny parallels with your story and my own… This book landed in my hands at just the right time. ”
— Kes O’Hara, Dallas Musician

My Why

In 2017 I made the decision to leave my Louboutins in Dallas and trade my favorite Diane Von Furstenberg trousers for a pair of cut off shorts (an island staple). I knew that Dallas would always be a part of me, but the island was calling my name… LOUD!

And I knew that I could illustrate San Pedro in a way that no one else has, through the lens of a Texas artist who was born in New Orleans, raised Catholic and has held onto the mysteries of the spirit world.

We all have it within us to create our own destiny and travel down any path we choose.

I chose artist, on a little island in the corner of the Caribbean, where centuries of stories are whispered through the trade wind breeze.

And I will make two promises for you

Promise #1

San Pedro is a beautiful tropical island, an alluring vacation destination where you can soak up the sun, and it’s definitely ALWAYS 5 o’clock here, but…

there’s an air of mystery hidden in the tangled mangrove roots that line the shoreline. You never know what, or who, is lurking in the shadows.

I won’t sugar coat anything I write. I write fiction, but my stories and paintings are inspired by the lifestyle I’m immersed in. It’s not always pretty, but it’s always pretty provocative.

I will always create from a place of respect for the people and the places that inspire my work, even my most savage villains. I will never write or illustrate anyone, or any place, disrespectfully—sometimes tragically, but always from a place of appreciation.


Promise #2

I know that you cherish your home and have thoughtfully curated your space. When you step into this world I’ve created, whether it’s through my words or my brushstrokes, I am going to do everything I possibly can to deliver you the highest quality.

From the covers of my books to the weight of the paper that I paint on, even the brushes I use—I’m focused on creating something that speaks to the level of elegance that you’ve put into the design of your home.

So if you’re ready to join me, Let’s Go…

I’m here, waiting to show you around.

You can either find me at my drafting table in my condo at the edge of Boca del Rio, or across the sandy street at a little beach bar over the water. Maybe I’ll be sipping on a glass of wine, probably have my laptop in front of me and most definitely observing, eavesdropping… crafting my next story. 

But don’t hesitate to say hi, because I have to finish telling you what happened to Antoine.