For all of my days, I have dreamed of becoming an author; of writing remarkable stories about love, passion and adventure. I imagined frigid winter evenings nestled in my favorite leather chair, snuggled inside of my mother’s frayed but cozy, flannel blanket. I would watch the snowflakes dance outside my window, with the moon shining just bright enough to make them sparkle and shine, and I would be at peace.
On December 1, my dream will become a reality when my very first book will venture out into the unknown and find its way into the hands of someone who will give it life as the first page is turned. I can only hope that they will delight in reading the stories of my life, loves and struggles as much as I have adored composing each of them. Thank you all for the love and support you have shown me for that has indeed fueled this fantasy. I am humbled.