I graduated from Samford University with a degree in pharmacy, but all my life I knew that I wanted to write a novel “some day”. For me, “some day” came in 2003, when I started writing and never looked back.
A Promise to Remember and Leaving Yesterday were both finalists for the American Christian Fiction Writers Carol Award, and Waiting for Daybreak was a finalist in Women’s Fiction for the Inspirational Reader’s Choice Award.
My next novel, Almost Amish was written just for busy women, who long to find ways to simplify their lives in this crazy, hectic world.
Through my seventh novel, Chasing Hope, I explore the world of competitive running (I even ran in several 5 k’s while writing this book), chronic disease, and times when dreams die and life feels terribly unfair.
And in my latest novel, Finding Me, follows Kelli Huddleston as she discovers that everything she believed about her life was a lie. Finding the truth could mean losing all she treasures, but could also open the door to a life she never imagined possible. I think you’ll enjoy Kelli’s story!
People often ask me where I get my characters and if I base them on real people. The answer to that is: sometimes. Most characters have a little bit of someone I know in them. I use a lot of friend’s and family member’s names in my books, but I never write the character anything like their namesake.
For instance—in my books a middle-aged mother and a twenty-something pharmacist shared names with my daughters, and a seventyish-year-old man shared a name with my fiftyish-year-old husband.
The one exception I make to this rule is my pets. Dusty the dog made a cameo appearance as himself in Waiting for Daybreak, Boots the cat made his debut in Leaving Yesterday, and Popcorn the turtle is incognito as a horse in Almost Amish.
Chance the new dog is still anxiously awaiting his turn for momentary fame—rumor has it, the dog has hired an agent.
We’ve lived in Santa Barbara for over twenty years. It’s a beautiful place and I feel blessed to be here (although a seventy degree Christmas still leaves me dreaming of a white one—or at least a colder one!)
When I’m not writing or reading or braving seventy degree holidays, you’ll find me trying my best to keep up with my daughters in their filled-with-activity lives.