As an only child, the mango tree and books were my haven in a lonely, busy world. From high up in the mango tree, I watched passersby and wondered about their lives. I now know that joy and sorrow, the expected and the unexpected make up the strands of life, and words have the power to encourage and strengthen. I desire to write words of hope and encouragement to refresh and strengthen no matter what life brings your way.

Weeping may last for the night, but joy comes in the morning...that’s why I write.