There's something about Christmas that softens us. Maybe it's the quiet hush of snow, the glow of tree lights, or the way memories seem to rise like steam from a cup of cocoa. For me, the holidays are more than celebration — they're a season of healing. I write stories to mend hearts. To remind readers that love can be found in unexpected places, that loyalty still matters and a heart deserves a loving home. This year, I released my first children's book, A Home for Bear at Christmas. It's a tale of compassion, courage and the kind of magic that only a child can carry. Pepper Penelope Pickles doesn't just rescue a forgotten teddy bear — she restores him. She sees beauty in brokenness. And isn't that what healing is all about? 

As a novelist and artist, I've always been drawn to stories that whisper: You're not alone. Whether it's a woman longing for love, a family holding secrets, or a child praying for a bear in the snow — my characters reflect the quiet ache and fierce hope we all carry.

During the holidays, that ache can feel louder. But so can hope. That's why I write. To offer warmth. To create worlds where healing is possible. So, if you're reading this with a heavy heart or a hopeful one, I want you to know: You are seen. You are loved. And there's always room for healing — even at Christmas.

From my heart to yours.

Merry Christmas