Here are some places you can find my work:
Here are the Chicken Soup Books I have stories in:
This book was my first and features my story, “Hummingbirds from Heaven” about a comforting sign I asked for and received after my stepson was killed in 2014.
Sample: “I plopped down on the bed in my stepson Ryan’s room and leaned back on the pillows, listening to the humming of the fan he always kept running in the otherwise silent room. On the nightstand to my left, a dog-eared copy of Beowulf rested next to a half-eaten bag of spicy Cheetos. I looked over to where two loaded bookshelves lined the wall, various sizes of sketchpads piled on top. In the corner, two of his guitars jockeyed for position on a chair. The electric one sat plugged into the amp just waiting for him to walk in, pick it up and start playing, but Ryan was gone.”
A Fluffy, White, Angel with Paws – #65 #57
Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dog Really Did That?: 101 Stories of Miracles, Mischief and Magical Moments – August 8, 2017
Sample: “Two days after our first Thanksgiving as a married couple, my husband, Michael, and I welcomed a Great Pyrenees named Huck into our home. At just eight weeks old, he was charged with the prodigious job of helping unite two families into one. Yes, it was a big job, but there is nothing like puppy love. Long before we’d eaten all the turkey and stuffing leftovers, he’d won us over with his wobbly run and the steadfast devotion that shone through his dark eyes. We may have not shared the same blood, but we now shared a puppy, and that made us a family.”
Sample: “I sat in front of the fireplace in early December with a red notebook on my lap, ready to make my Christmas list and hunt for the perfect presents. I printed the names of each of our children: Ross, Alexa, Maddie and… Ryan. Tears formed in my eyes as I looked at his name.
I glanced over at the stockings hanging from the mantel, landing on Ryan’s. After Christmas, we’d take it down and pack it away without ever stuffing it.
You see, in July 2014, Ryan, our oldest, my stepson, was killed in a tragic accident.
Without him, the fabric of our family will always be frayed and torn. There will be an empty place, an empty plate at our dinner table, and a smile missing from our holiday pictures.”
Sample: “Two dozen Byers’ Choice Carolers stood in snow glitter on the shelves of the
hutch, mouths open, appearing to sing along to the strains of “Jingle Bells” lifting from
the speaker. Twinkle lights lit the white pine standing tall in the bay window of our
dining room. A stuffed Santa holding a copy of ’Twas the Night Before Christmas kept
watch by the front door while an adorned Flexible Flyer runner sled graced the back
Each room in between showcased a Christmas landscape set aglow. Our old
farmhouse was decked out in all its holiday finery; everything was brimming with the
Except for us.”