I’ve carried a lot of labels over the years…wife, mom, magazine contributor, club treasurer, waitress, college student, introvert, military spouse…just to name a few. But there’s one label about me that’s never changed…READER.

I adore books. I love everything about them…the pages, the stories, the escape, the creativity, and most importantly, the vast worlds that open up to me when I read. 

And it’s because of that love that I wanted to write books. Books make me happy. I wanted to do something that created that same glowing, bubbling, blissful sensation for others. I wanted to write stories that give readers the gift that other authors have given me.

The gift of a story.

So, I write. 

Fourteen years ago, I started publishing. 

I’ll admit, the last few years have been quiet, but that’s because one of those most important labels in my life changed, and I earned a new one…widow. This one isn’t as fun as the others have been. In fact, I really don’t recommend it at all. 

But in the midst of the most profoundly distressing part of my life, the one thing that didn’t change were the books. I found I needed them more than ever. 

And even though I wondered for a while, the stories in my soul didn’t dry up either. 

I’ve been writing. It took some healing before I had the energy to publish again, and now I’m almost there. 

Watch this space. There are so many stories coming. I can’t wait to share them with you.

Christi