I’ve dreamed of being a writer for as long as I can remember—but writing longhand never felt quite right. My first attempt at a novel at age twelve ended unfinished, and typing on a manual typewriter was frustratingly slow. Life got busy with a job, marriage, children, and all the little (and big) responsibilities in between. My writing became letters, cards, occasional newsletters, and journaling. I even published a couple of magazine articles—but the dream of writing novels stayed alive in my heart.

Fast forward twenty years: once my children were grown and with my husband’s encouragement, I finally pursued that dream. The digital age made writing and research a joy, and I began publishing books I’d longed to write.

In 2020, my world changed when my husband, my closest friend and partner of 33 years, passed away from cancer. Even in that heartbreak, God remained faithful, and I am so grateful for my two children, their supportive spouses, and my three amazing grandchildren.

Isaiah 41:9–10 has been a steady reminder for me:

“I have chosen you and have not rejected you. So do not fear, for I am with you… I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

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