“It is easy to lose your memory and a boyfriend in the bar. Call it old fashioned, but bars and boyfriends are made up of a lot of the same provocations – that heat in your chest, those fragile whispers dished out just about as chaotically as they are forgotten, and the inevitable heartbreak of discovering how someone you don’t know very well is mostly talking to you because he wants to lick your toes in a bathroom.“

So begins Tree Bats on a Waterslide, my darkly comic first novel about a 25-year-old woman who finds herself obligated to attend her mom’s gay wedding on a cruise ship and face the hometown memories she is running away from. The story is a crip reenvisioning of the myth of Polyphemus the Cyclops, and it is ultimately a book about memory.

As of 2026, I am in the process of receiving feedback on the book from beta readers and beginning the querying process. I will share updates on progress.