Do you know that feeling, when a path feels less like a choice and more like a calling?
For me, that path is writing. I fell in love with words around the same time I fell in love with medicine—when I was four and my grandmother gave me The Tale of Peter Rabbit.
Like many firstborn children, I chose the sensible path. I became an ICU nurse, raised five children, and later shifted into health and wellness coaching after my own misdiagnosis at age forty-five. I loved that work—the clients, the retreats—but writing never left me.
At nine, I wrote a poem for my mother that won an award, and I’ve been chasing that quiet magic ever since. By twelve, I was filling diaries; by fourteen, writing plays; and by sixteen, certain that an electric typewriter would make me a novelist.
In 2017, a family member’s Facebook post pulled me deeper into the genealogy research I had begun in 2002. Tracing my roots, I discovered the life of my 13x great-grandmother—a woman whose voice may be lost to history, but whose story could have been any woman’s.
My first trip to Scotland, later that summer, felt like coming home.
By 2024, I had completed my first historical fiction novel—book one of a planned trilogy—and I am now halfway through my second manuscript.
I believe God doesn’t give us gifts without also making a way for them to be shared.
My work is shaped by a love of history, a reverence for detail, and a passion for uncovering the stories of women who were silenced. Through fiction, I explore themes of agency, sacrifice, and identity, in eras when women were rarely seen as the authors of their own fate.
I’m grateful you’ve found your way here.
Xx Trish
