Lesley is a 30-something occasional optimist and mother to the girl of the stars. Born south of the Mason Dixon Line, her southern roots runneth deep until one day when a Yankee boy stole her heart. A writer by hobby since childhood, she only fell out of love with the craft when someone started paying her to do it. No longer a job, she is learning to fall in love with writing again.
She loves stationary and hand written notes, porch swings, pearls, and Crest toothpaste – but loves nothing more than a well-timed curse word and a slimming Snap Chat filter.