My Story

For as long as I can remember, I have loved stories. The stories my Poppy told me when I was a little girl, to the historical and Amish romances I read by flashlight at thirteen. Deep in my heart, I've always known I wanted to write stories of my own.

As the years passed by, that dream began to fade as I found myself listening to voices that convinced me it would be better if I stayed silent and stayed in the background.

In 2025, during in a season of anxiety and depression, I turned back to writing as a way to calm my mind. I never could have imagined the songs and stories that came from that time. Stories that have given me my voice back, reminded me who I am, who I called to be, and they gave me the courage to stop hiding my voice.

I wanted to create something that reminded me of MY story. Not only the ones I have written, but the one that has shaped me.

Just like the covers of the Enduring Hearts Series; every flower that blooms from the pages of this little book has a meaning. My stories grow from my family, my faith, and the love that has grown me.

Daffodil — March
New beginnings. Renewal. Joy. Enduring love.
The daffodil is my birth flower, and it feels fitting since writing was my new beginning. A renewal of joy and a resurrection of a dream I thought I had lost. Daffodils bloom after winter, pushing through cold soil towards the light. This past year has felt like pushing through the doubts and fears that held me captive my whole life into something beautiful.

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Carnation — January
Love. Admiration. Devotion.
The carnation belongs to my first baby. The one who made me a mother. She is devotion embodied—fierce, tender, love that knows no limits. When I think about the stories I write, I think about her one day reading them. I want her to learn that love is steadfast, admiration grows into something so much more, and devotion is beautiful and worth waiting for.

Water Lily — July
Purity. Enlightenment. Rebirth. Peace.
My Firecracker girl is my water lily—soft, joyful and full of light. Water lilies rise from murky waters and bloom beautiful on the surface. To me, that is a beautiful picture of grace and redemption. That is the kind of love story I want to tell. Where healing comes from broken things, where peace follows sorrow, where beauty rises from ashes.

Marigold — October
Optimism. Passion. Creativity. Determination.
October belongs to my husband, and to the month we were married. Marigolds are vibrant and enduring. They symbolize passion and the determination to keep growing. That is covenant love. This is the kind of love I believe in. Not romance built on fleeting infatuation, but rooted deeply and chosen daily.

When I released my first book, I planned to use a pen name. I was embarrassed for those I knew to read my stories, and afraid of being seen and failing in full view. But when I imagined my daughters watching me hide my dream, my heart began to break. I want them to see their mom pursue what has been placed on her heart. I want them to know they don’t have to silence their God-given voices or shrink to fit anyone else’s expectations. So now I proudly sign my full name on everything I write. 

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- Romance with roots. Made to endure. - 

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I write stories through a Christian worldview. You won't find any spice or language, but you will find flawed characters who learn that love can bring grace, redemption and healing. The kind of love that reflects 1 Corinthians 13 more than the world---love that is patiend, kind and enduring.

Stories where tears may come, but will never leave you without hope or healing.

Stories where joy and happy endings feel earned.

Stories where even if the name of Jesus isn’t written, He is reflected in the margins on every page. 

Thank you for being here at the beginning of this chapter.