I write literary fiction that explores the relationships we share with people we didn’t get to choose, and what happens when we try to live with (or without) them.
As a person of faith, I want to tell stories that are both honest about life as it is and hopeful about life as it can be. While they’re sometimes gritty, my novels aren’t the work of a cynic because I can’t afford to be one. Instead, they’re about learning how to be human in the often complex context of family.
The Apostle Paul says, “For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now” (Romans 8:22). If this is true, it means that good stories will always reflect that groaning, at least to some extent. Life is hard. Readers won’t find neatly-tied ribbons at the ends of my stories because we don’t find those in the real world. Not everything works out in the end–at least not in this life.
But Paul also reminds us that, “we hope for what we do not see.” And that’s the other side of things. Hope, though out of literary fashion these days, will not die because he is a Person who lives.
I attempt to capture both of these elements in my writing: truth (however difficult it may be to swallow) and hope (however distant He might seem).