We all have a narrative we live by. Our morales. Our ethics. Our beliefs. Our likes and dislikes. Plus many others. All the things make us who we are. And through writing, we can find ourselves through the words we write. I know I do in my characters. They come alive in my head and I try transferring that to the best of my ability to paper.

The narrative of my life has been anything but easy. The positive through all of this is I can use those experiences in my fiction. Maybe somehow, someway, my words might help someone else.

When I receive a comment on this site, the site dedicated to my daughter, and the person tells me how Mari’s hospital story has touched them, I smile and a tear may even form in my eye. I’ve been able to share a part of the narrative of my life through a tragedy that happened to me and my family. It is one of the greatest compliments I can receive.