My parents got me a typewriter when I was three. I don’t think they remember this. It was Christmas and I sense it was a gift they bought thinking I’d never remember it either. But it changed everything. I used to write stories on that typewriter and read them to my grandmother. They were complete gibberish (as I could neither read nor spell), but I knew exactly what they said.
This love of storytelling continued through childhood when, on my family’s ranch in Colorado, I would spend my days as an adventurer settling the west, an explorer in the heart of Africa, a pilgrim discovering a new world. I had a fascination with history and would tell my stories to whoever would listen.
We all have a story. We all have a voice. We are all made with the same inherent dignity from God. We all have a purpose. No one is here by accident. Every life matters. The scourge of injustice and dishonesty enslaves some, denies the dignity of others, keeps some hidden and told they are nothing. It denies the basic human worth we are given as children of God, and to those who have been given much, our role is to bring a bit more equal and just world here and now.
I have traveled around the world to Ecuador, Cambodia, Rwanda, The Congo, and to Myanmar. These experiences shaped my view as a writer. I have come to merge my love of history, with the sense that every life matters, and the idea that everyone can do something where they are with what they have.
I strive to write stories that are true. I strive to write characters that are human. In them we can identify our struggles, questions, triumphs and ultimately His grace.
I have seen people marred by past pain. I have seen people living daily in the consequences of actions that do not need to define them. From the streets of Rwanda, to my own community, the weight of our history can be overwhelming.
In my own life I have stumbled and fallen. I have made decisions I regret and done things I cannot make right. But through grace and honesty, I have come to know my God in a real way and He has turned my darkest hour into something He is using to love others.
I long to bring that hope and freedom to others. To the overworked mother, the tired father, the struggling teenager and the person wondering where they fit in.We all have a story. We all matter. What you have done does not need to define you. Every day is a new opportunity to be who God made you to be.
I want to be a reflection of Him. To find God in the everyday, to add to His beauty.
Come along with me. I am a history loving, fiction writing, world-changing woman of God. I promise, it won’t be boring.
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