I write, I read, and I drink tea.
These days, I write about exploring the earth. I love Europe for its architecture and culture, and the edges of Mexico for the sun, spices, and the way the ocean is always reaching for the shore. As soon as I landed in Port-au-Prince, I fell in love with Haiti and the people who persevere against all odds.
I’m running after Jesus with reckless abandon, sometimes tripping, sometimes sprinting. I write about it. In my weakness, His strength is made perfect, and in my life He has given grace upon grace. I’m married to the most incredible man, and his wild heart is a constant encouragement to me. He works in ministry and it is wonderful and I write about that, too.
We live in a little corner of southwest Missouri, in a town of 4,000 people. Creativity is essential here. The Ozarks are always surprising me with their rugged beauty and reminding me: magic is in the people and places we call home, no matter where they are. It certainly stretches out to the places where cell service stops– the places where life begins.
I believe in grace and redemption and the smell of the earth after a rainstorm. For me, story telling is about capturing the essence of moments. Most importantly, stories make us feel like we are welcome and we are understood. I’d like my stories to be a place of wonder and a place of hope. If you’d like to hear what I have to say, you’ve come to the right place.