I do a lot of my writing from my window seat on the train. Totally inspired by scenery on the Metro-North’s Hudson Line. Most often, I’m sharing a layer of who I am and how I feel.

Layers is the word that keeps coming to mind when I think about the life that I write about in my stories. I feel like when I write, I’m stepping outside of myself and looking closely at the layers of my soul. I reflect and write partly so that I can understand and see what’s there. I see them in vibrant colors full of life, love and faith. I believe every layer of my being is influenced by the other. They overlap and blend into each other. The little girl in me, comes out in the mother that I am.

My creative spirit is the shy little girl that became uninhibited when she grew up. My relationships, day-to-day, career, marriage and walk with the Lord are what they are because they are layered with faith and love. I close my eyes and peel back my layers, my story is revealed. Stories are light. Light is meant to be shared and passed on; to bless others. Light lives on and on.

I will keep you and will make you to be a covenant for the people and a light for Gentiles, to open eyes that are blind, to free captives from prison and to release from the dungeon those who sit in darkness. Isaiah 42:7