Des DeVivo

she/they

Lately I’ve been reminiscing a lot about how I’ve gotten here, in 31 trips around the sun.

There’s so much that has contributed to this moment and this leap of faith. However, when tracing back the tumble of the dominos, there is one that stands out.

Last winter, I was diagnosed with melanoma. Surgery came with unexpected complications, scars larger than we thought they’d ever be; but one year ago, today, on my 30th birthday, I got the call that I was cancer free.

It was one of the greatest gifts I could have ever received.

I was lucky. I am grateful. And I vowed, then, to no longer waste the gift of my life doing a disservice to myself by not honoring my passions – especially in the face of fearing failure while in pursuit of them.

Fear is no longer an option.

I am a storyteller. I always have been. And I cannot wait to make this year the year that I am truest to myself.

My name is Des DeVivo. I am a writer.

A book editor. A wife. A cat mom (x3).

I’m queer, sober, and run (almost) exclusively on coffee.

And on October 13th, 2024, I can finally call myself a published author.

It’s nice to finally meet you.