About Me

Hello world, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Whitney. Welcome to my website.

I grew up in the heart of America’s Midwest. More specifically, I lived 17 years in a suburb north of Chicago, where I spent most of my childhood reading books like “The Shape of Me and Other Stuff” and dreaming of becoming an astronaut. When I was diagnosed with astigmatism, I gave up on my dreams and blamed my mother for the insignificance of my existence. I blamed her even more for having to uproot my life and move out of state midway through high school. I spent a couple of years in Michigan (resenting my mother) before attending college in Indiana and ultimately becoming best friends with my mother.

I graduated from Ball State in 2007 and moved to Orlando. I spent four months of unemployed bliss lying by the pool and overeating my way right out of my entire wardrobe before dragging my feet into Corporate America. I spent five years bouncing between fancy, schmantzy titles that I won’t bore you with reciting (because, let’s face it, all of them came with measly salaries) before deciding the business world wasn’t for me and decided to pursue writing full time. Also, my then-pro-golfer husband, Patrick, forced asked me to be his caddie and travel around to such exotic locations as “Tipton, Georgia” and “Natchez, Mississippi” sweating my ass off and getting abused and injured in pretty great shape, actually.

These days, my life is dictated by a smaller, more adorable version of my husband, whose frequent demands keep me from the work I hope will one day become published books. Our life of adventure landed us in Ann Arbor, MI, where we spend much of our time on the brink of freezing to death. What can I say, we’re thrill seekers.