About FsiBlog

I grew up in Savannah, Georgia, a city full of moss-draped oaks, slow southern mornings, and the kind of charm that gets into your bones and never leaves. My childhood was sweet tea on the porch, summer storms rolling in off the coast, and a head full of ideas about everywhere I wanted to see one day. I was the kid with the notebook, always writing things down, always paying attention.

At seventeen, I did exactly what ten-year-old me had promised my very skeptical mother. I moved to New York City. I'd visited on a school trip and came home absolutely certain I would live there one day. She laughed. I noted it. Seven years later, I proved her wrong in the best possible way. Stubborn? A little. A girl who goes after what she wants? Without question.

During my third year of college, I landed a job at a 24-hour newsroom in Brooklyn, working overnight shifts as a junior writer. There was always an awkward two-hour gap around 2am when nothing much was happening, and rather than scroll mindlessly into the void, I opened a blank page and started writing. Stories about my family, about the people I missed back home, about the life I was building one late night at a time.

A quiet little project to fill the silence. I had absolutely no idea it would change my life. What started as late-night writing sessions became something so much bigger, a real, thriving creative space that reflects every beautiful, messy, wonderful chapter of my life. FsiBlog is the full picture, not just the highlight reel, and every word here is made with love.