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Which is a relief, because a writer is all I ever wanted to be. My first byline was at age eleven in the magazine Highlights for Kids. It was a poem about dragons. Since then, my dragonless essays have been published in The New York Times, Marie Claire, Cosmopolitan, Good Housekeeping and Cup of Jo. I’ve written about how my husband and I manage our money (hint: what’s mine is not his), and what it was like growing up with a father who chronicled my life.
My debut memoir, A Little Less Broken, is about my late-in-life autism diagnosis and the ways women and girls are socialized to mask the symptoms. It's available now wherever books are sold.
I live in Portland, Oregon with my husband, daughter, two monstrous cats and scattered collections of plants, Oregon coast agates, color-coded yarn, herbal tea, veggie seeds, fountain pens and a childhood’s worth of sea glass.
I grew up in an Italian/Puerto Rican family. If you are what you eat, I’m still half empanadilla and half meatball.
I’m named after my grandmother, Marietta, who was a welder on Corsair Navy fighter planes during WWII.
Every six months I develop a new and single-minded fixation on a different hobby.
For a brief moment in 2014, my husband and I went viral after taking gender-swapped engagement photos.
I hate beach vacations. Give me drizzle. Give me old crumbling castles. Give me rainy moors.
Though I’m married, my husband and I chose to give our daughter my last name.
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