I’m the first generation of my family not to grow up on a farm. While my parents lived a couple of decades after the setting of my book, they still grew up without electricity at home so there were a lot of similarities between farm life in my book and in their stories of life growing up on a farm.

I love to read. I always have.  As a child I read adventure books, mysteries, books about horses, and an assortment of other subjects. As a teenager I discovered romance books—sweet romances and that has remained my favorite. Of those, I prefer historicals. I used to think I must have lived about a hundred years too late. (Until I realized how much I’d miss my modern bathroom!)

I knew as a teenager I would someday write a book. I just didn’t realize how long it would take me to do it. I got interested in learning Spanish and French and graduating college. By then I was married and life really began to get interesting, and all-encompassing  with church and a job. Then my  husband began to preach and we had babies—three of them. I stayed busy as a preacher’s wife and mother. As our growing family grew more expensive, I became a working mom and still a preacher’s wife.