I was born in Alpine, Texas, which means the desert is in my blood whether I want it there or not.

I write from West Texas, where I was raised and where I still live. I have spent twenty-four years in professional kitchens. I left in 2023 to write. I went back. Both kinds of work taught me to pay attention: to pressure, structure, what people reveal, and what they try not to.

My work moves between fiction, memoir, cultural criticism, and archival research, because the questions underneath it have never divided cleanly by genre.

The Archive is cultural criticism — what the industry does with the dead, and who profits from reopening the ground.

The records work is separate and held to a different standard: primary documents only, named sources, documented negative results. Cases of missing and unidentified persons, and the institutions that were supposed to find them.

The Marfa Bureau stays close to the desert ground it is named for.

Fiction and books appear under Nightwork Press, my own imprint.

Selected publication: My Hands Kept the Record, a featured essay in The Hub Publication.

Different rooms. The same attention carried into each of them.