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I am a story lover. Stories people share around the dinner table, listening to people in line at the grocery store, novels, dreams, testimonies, and children's books. I love them all.  As a child I did my fair share of daydreaming until my mother said I could no longer simply sit around and think. That's when I began to write. If I was writing it would look more like homework and I would be free to create characters and plots to my heart's content. 

Since those days of pen and lined paper I have graduated to a laptop, though I must say there is something almost magical about the pen and paper way of going about things.

Besides writing I occupy myself by being a companion for a friend in a wheelchair, teaching piano lessons, working on an English BA, and being involved in my church and community. 


Jesus is my best friend. I fail Him often. But He is faithful. 

 Through my writing I want to bring Him glory. God is the Creator and as His image-bearers we are given creativity and imagination. God is truth and as His image-bearers we are to be truthful. My desire is to praise Him and bless others through articles and novels.

Tell the truth beautifully ~ Andrew Peterson

I love music, bike rides, swimming, tea, black licorice, water, visiting random hole-in-the-wall type shops and restaurants, walks, the stars, and visiting friends and family. 

I also love hearing from you! So if you have any questions or ideas please leave a comment under the post.

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