Hello. I’m Hillary.

I’ve been described by various sources as “a big ball of ambiguity,” “an enigma wrapped in a mystery,” “a fairy,” “a freak,” “a geek,” “a nerd,” “a flower child,” “a little black raincloud,” “a Disney princess,” “a witch,” “an odd duck, “the smartest person I know without a college degree,” and “the best/worst mommy in the world.”

However, I’m guessing you’re more interested in recommendations like “a fabulous and thorough editor,” “a word nerd,” “a grammar nazi,” “a book dragon,” “a details girl,” and “an exceptional line editor.”

As all good West Virginians do, I leave out a pepperoni roll and Mountain Dew for Mothman every June 20th. Speaking of cryptids, the National Enquirer claimed to have found Bat Boy in a cave near my childhood home, but my brothers maintain that was just me when I lost my two front teeth.

I served as an LDS missionary in Sweden, where I met hordes of Vikings, ate pickled herring and reindeer burgers, and saw at least one troll. 

I live in Sandy, Utah, with my husband Samwise Gamgee (though he prefers “Nate”). I spend my days baking gluten-free desserts, converting my painfully suburban yard into a wildflower field, and breaking up fights between the five tiny, feral hobbits that call me “Mom.”