I like to think of myself as many things. I can be as alluring as the love that flows from my pen: pure, honest, simple. But then, like a storm that suddenly appears over the mountain, I can also have you running for shelter where there's no place to hide. Like life, itself, I try to deliver the hard with the soft, the pain with the joy, the instant with the forever. All of it, for a reason. And it's there that one can best enter my life.
Growing up in the blue sky country of Colorado doesn't leave an impression, it becomes a lifeblood. For me, the clarity of that truth flows through my stories, my characters and my inherent spirituality that somehow knows faith, in the end, triumphs over despair.
And then, there's serendipity. I believe everything happens for a reason, and I try to listen to the signs that present themselves to me. I accepted one such sign when I moved from my beloved Colorado to an unknown life awaiting me in Southern California, where I happily live today.
In the quiet mornings, you'll find me savoring my coffee, outside. To me, it's all about listening, breathing in, appreciating being here for another day. And of course, there's time spent in the mountains, fishing, and wading in creeks with the people I love. Curiously, the girl who comes from the mile-high mountains, still fears the miles-deep ocean I frequently visit, but only to sink my toes in the hot sand and watch, in awe and respect, the thundering surf.
On any given day, be it in the mountains, at the beach, or on my terrace, I am dreaming and writing, my way of sharing something meaningful with those who come to know me through my stories.