I am wife to Kyle and mom to our miracle boy, Landyn. While I am chronically ill, I am constantly creative. I find solace amongst trees. I'm crazy for the Holidays and our kitty, Ella. I love people and laughter and when our home is full of both!

Eighteen years ago, when chronic illness reared its ugly head in our lives, I had two choices: embrace the new reality and recreate a new way of life, or wallow in self pity, isolation, and depression. While it’s true that I lost a lot after getting sick,I actually realized I’d gained something as well. The artistic side of me, once lost amidst the busyness of life, was resurrected. The creative energy I thrived on as a child resurfaced. The storyteller in me started to spill words over blank pages of journals once again, ultimately leading to the book you hold in your hands. Because suffering slowed me down it gave me a chance to take notice of and embrace the smaller, simpler things in life that I’d lost sight of with age and a packed schedule.

I share my artistic side, daily struggle with pain, and stories over at Weary Hope