I dreamed about becoming a writer, but didn't enjoy writing long hand. When I attempted to write a novel at the age of twelve, I lost interest during the first incomplete draft. Using a classic manual typewriter felt stifling because I couldn't type nearly as fast as thoughts entered my mind. When I finally owned a Selectric Typewriter, my life had became too busy with a day job, marriage, children, and various activities and responsibilities. My writing had dwindled down to cards and letters to family and friends, an occasional newsletter, and sporadic journaling. I did publish two magazine articles, but my dream was to become an author of novels. I decided to pursue a writing career once my children were out of the house.

Fast forward over twenty years, and that's exactly what happened. The dream never died, and when my nest was empty, my husband encouraged me to make my dream into a reality. Since we were now in a computer and digital age, writing became a true pleasure. Research was easy. So I finally began writing books and am now a published author.

My husband, who was my closest friend, greatest encourager, and faithful partner for 33 years, died of cancer in 2020. When my world fell apart, God remained faithful. I'm so thankful for my two loving children, their supportive spouses, and my three grandchildren.

“I said, ‘You are my servant’ I have chosen you and have not rejected you. So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:9–10