I grew up in Philadelphia Pennsylvania with five brothers and seven sisters. Despite all the chaos, there was enough determination from our parents to muddle through and we kept the family unit in tact. Many of the scenes in my stories have traces of the anger, frustration, joy, and beauty that is the wonderful mess of family.
My first novel, Still, is about Nikki Welsh as a young religious sister who realizes she is in the wrong vocation. After six years, she leaves the convent and moves into an apartment in the Philadelphia area to start a new life. But all she believes to be true is turned upside down when she gives birth to a stillborn son. PTSD fuels her nightmares as she struggles with thoughts of killing her husband. Is prayer powerful enough to help Nikki choose love over murder?