I didn’t set out to become a hospice nurse.

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The worst picture Ever! Exercising with Chico.

For many years, I worked in other areas of nursing. Then a severe back injury changed everything. I spent seven years unable to walk more than a few feet, relying on a walker and mobility scooter just to get through daily life. I knew what it felt like to lose independence, to need help with simple things, and to wonder what my future would look like.

During that season, I was invited to church. It was there that I was re-introduced to Jesus, and I ended up giving my life to Him. His presence became my strength when my body was weak, and my hope when my future felt uncertain.

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About three years ago, my life group prayed over my injured back, and God miraculously healed me.

I returned to nursing with a new heart, a deeper compassion, and a faith that had carried me through the darkest part of my story.

When I stepped back into nursing, I wasn’t the same person. I hadn’t even considered hospice before—but where God leads, it’s always best to follow. And it has been the best choice I’ve ever made.

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I often tell people, I get paid to love people, and it’s true. Hospice is sacred work. There is a tenderness to end-of-life care that words can barely capture. Sitting with families in their most vulnerable moments—explaining what’s happening, easing fear, and offering peace—has become one of the greatest honors of my life. Hospice allows me to care for others with the same compassion and gentleness God showed me in my own season of suffering.

Why I write for kids and families

My love for teaching and comforting families extends to children as well. In hospice, I often see kids trying to make sense of what’s happening to their grandparents, parents, or siblings.

Kids ask big questions:

  • “Is Grandma going to die?”
  • “What is hospice?”
  • “What happens when someone’s heart stops?”
  • “Is it my fault?”
  • Am I going to die too?

Adults often panic or give confusing answers. My heart is to give families tools — stories, language, and pictures — that make these conversations easier, gentle, and honest.

That’s why I’m creating books like “Georgie the Giraffe: Nene Goes to Heaven” and a children’s book about dementia. I want kids to feel safe, seen, and deeply loved, even when life is scary.

What I believe

  • I believe that every life has value, from first breath to last.
  • I believe that dying can be a season filled with tenderness, courage, and love when families are supported well.
  • I believe children deserve honest, gentle explanations that help them feel safe and understood.
  • I believe that faith in Jesus meets us in our deepest pain and carries us when we can’t carry ourselves.
  • I believe that God brings a real and steady comfort in suffering and grief — a peace this world cannot offer.
  • I believe that families should never have to walk through aging, illness, or loss alone.

A little about my life

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I wasn’t born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could. My husband and I share our home with our little zoo—Chico the chihuahua, Logan our Husky-wolf/Lab-pit mix, and our three cats, Lilly, Peep, and Static.

I have two grown daughters who I’m incredibly proud of. In this season of life, I’m loving my work, deepening my faith, creating, studying, and dreaming about the day I get to become a grandma.

When I’m not caring for families or working on a new book, I’m often studying, reading, organizing something, or creating. I love being out in nature — the stillness helps me slow down and listen for God’s voice. My faith is woven into everything I do; it steadies my days and shapes my whole life..