hi I’m niko
& I’m in a love-hate relationship with words
I am a San Francisco-based writer who explores liminal spaces, what it means to love and be loved, and the tenderness and ambiguity of the human experience. I learned at an early age that storytelling is the key to staying alive. I hold an MA in Anthropology and Social Change. I work 9-5 in strategic philanthropy. When I’m not writing, you can find me in the kitchen baking sourdough and fermenting things, in the Sierras backpacking my heart out, or planning my next big escape across the world. Be sure to follow my IG @nikowrites or look up #nikoroams to keep up. My first manuscript is forever a work in progress.
1999 was the year I got my first journal, at the age of 10. It was also the year my father first went to jail, and the year I got my first therapist. It was the first year that writing saved my life, and I’ve been doing it ever since. I am the firstborn child of an incarcerated father and a single mother who raised me to be fierce (raised me to raise hell). My parents were children of poor, uneducated immigrants who never had the luxury of learning the language of the heart. My childhood was filled with conflict and chaos, and secrets swept under the rug. I am from coldness and distance, closed doors and denial. I am the first member in the history of my entire bloodline to go to college and get a four year degree. On my best days I feel like a trailblazer for escaping the traps and traumas of Nowhere, Pennsylvania. I was never supposed to get this far, and yet I have. All things considered, I am healing at miraculous rates.
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I am relentless about exploring what I love and writing about whatever arises. Stay tuned. Stay here.