Hope and dreams mean the same thing to me. I write books about angels in novels, my memoir and children’s book. From childhood, I always had hope God was with me and angels were by my side too, Hope and dreams propelled me spiritually to this part of my life. No, I don’t have wings on my back but I have wings of hope and dreams in my heart and mind. I hope to reach others with my books and thoughts. I hope the world becomes more loving and giving to others. So many people in the world need hopes and dreams. That’s what keeps all of us going. My hope is for peace, for love to be what drives our days. I’m writing screen treatments for each of my books in the Mystic Bay Series. These four novels need to be inspirational films so they can reach more people. I can dream and hope can’t I? Hopes and dreams are free, just like love.

It was only a matter of time before I would write Town of Angels Christmas, the 4th in my Mystic Bay Series. My childhood Christmas’ were filled with music. My father played his Christmas record collection whenever he was home from work and my sister, brother and I  would know the words by heart singing along, bringing us hopeful anticipation of the special day. The songs of angels like Hark the Harold Angels Sing by Nat King Cole, brought the spirit of Christmas into my heart.  My novels take place in the town of Mystic Bay where love and angels abound. Readers tell me it’s a town they want to live in. Come along to a  heartwarming town where the spirit of Christmas lives in everyone’s heart, especially mine.

I meet them, lovely people with stories of angels. I participated in the awesome Payson Book Festival last weekend. I displayed my six books, four in the Mystic Bay Series, my memoir and children’s book.

I love meeting people that pass by my table. I ask each and every one if they have seen an angel and most have had one experience. One woman told me she knows her angel is near but cannot visually see her.  The angel, keeps watch over her and has all her life. Another man, dressed in cowboy hat and shirt, told me he knew there were angels because he was near eighty years old and still alive after a few life threatening experiences. One woman told me an unseen angel pushed her car to safety in a snow storm, the handprints of someone were left on the snowy back of the car.

The more I write angel stories, and ask people about angels, the more I believe. The  novels I write set in the fictional town of Mystic Bay, are prayerfully engraved in my heart. Recounting my teaching career with special needs students in my memoir, Special Needs Children The Angels On My Shoulder, gives readers hopefully an enlightened message. These students showed me their hearts of angels, changing my world to one of purpose and inspiration. And years ago, I met a man months after losing my daughter, Kate. He comforted me with his presence. He seemed like an ordinary human but the second day I saw him, I knew he was a heavenly being miraculously sent to comfort me. He became the inspiration for my Mystic Bay Series where angels live as humans and no one knows the secret.

As I write I find a loving heart can survive loss and inspire others with stories about angels. The angel stories from friends and perfect strangers help me write. These people, some who I may never meet again, are all kind and loving souls willing to share. They are angels on earth to me. 

At the end of my latest novella, Town of Angels Christmas, A Tale of Love and Animal Rescue, I’ve put an excerpt of the fifth novel in the Mystic Bay Series I’m presently writing called Twenty Moon Road The Psychic and the Angels. The first chapter is on paper yet the rest of the story swirls in my mind like white clouds flecked with silver linings in the sky. My books bring me peace, bringing readers stories of love, redemption, mystery, forgiveness and hope. The books I write hopefully bring others joy. For as you see below, the letters for joy, are forever spelled in my name.