I started this writing journey because I was searching for fun, faith-filled fiction—stories I wouldn’t be embarrassed to read on a beach or in a waiting room. I wanted books that didn’t make me uncomfortable, but still made me feel something.
The irony? I failed 9th grade honors English because I couldn’t write. I didn’t understand poetry, couldn’t journal, and never thought I’d be capable of writing a story—certainly not one worth reading. But for over a decade, a seed of an idea stirred in...
