I'm trained as a plant molecular biologist, which is a fancy-ish term for a scientist who grinds up plants to extract their DNA for all sorts of reasons. And even though I work with plants in the lab (well, I work with two specific plants), I'm not a botanist.
When given the option, I will always choose a sweet tea and a shrimp hoagie. I also have strong opinions about lasagna and what should never go in it. So far, I've shared my home with nine rabbits (all rescues, altered, and litter box trained), and a spouse who is a fantastic bunny daddy.
This photo was taken at The Lazy Bear Grill in Barnum, MN. They have lovely rosemary potatoes.
In fiction, I'm working on a plant-based cozy mystery series set in the made-up North Central village of Sweetgum, Florida. In each book, a plant is either the murder weapon, the motive for a crime, or a “witness” to a misdeed of some sort. But not in the obvious or expected ways. This is where I apply my scientific expertise.
In the first book, the main character is northern transplant Olivia Olsen. She's a neurodivergent biochemistry graduate student struggling with all the anxieties—purpose, social, and adulting. When she discovers a murdered employee in her aunt’s plant store, she embarks on a quest to uncover the killer’s identity while grappling with the unsettling possibility that her aunt may be the actual culprit.
The manuscript has made it off my hard drive but isn't yet in press.
In nonfiction, I'm cowriting the third and fourth books in a series for early-career research scientists. You can read more about that series here.