I am a second generation farmer raised in the quiet backroads of rural Hawai’i. This upbringing has been the greatest blessing, fostering a sacred solitude and connection to the land as an animate, connected place. But it has also been quite isolating, not without unique obstacles and traumas to navigate. My comfort zone is a reclusive one, but sharing my musings has become my way of trying to live in the same realm as everyone else—or at least letting others into mine.

My public writings began as a series of sporadic instagram stories sharing the poetic moments and projects carrying me forward: times of gratitude and times of grief. My wild tales and vulnerable shares garnered a steady fascination that took me by surprise. It got to a point where I couldn’t post anything without responses asking for more—a zine or a book, or at least something in a format better than the tiny text on a fleeting Instagram story slide. I’ve since started a substack, where I share short stories and poems.

Wholesome as Hell is where I expand on the happenings of my quaint country life, whether it be the secluded roads that raised me, my Aunt’s flower farm in Oregon, or the unfamiliar highways of the continental US by way of my ’93 Dodge Caravan. This is the space I use to make sense of the world around me, and attempt to preserve moments and phenomena I love most. If you’ve made it here, I thank you. I am honored in your interest, and I am continuously humbled to see that in exposing parts of myself, others have felt comfortable in exposing those parts within themselves, too.