If you asked me why I write the kind of books I write, I'd tell you it's because of all those nights, years ago, when my kids were little and we'd snuggle together at the end of the day with a book between us. The lights turned low, everything slowing down, nowhere else to be. Those were some of my favorite moments as a mom, and I think some of theirs too. When I put pencil to paper, those are the stories that seem to find me on their own. I think it’s my subconscious chasing

I wasn't a child. I didn’t even realize it was an ah-ha moment. I was in my late thirties (maybe early forties), standing in the book aisle at Walmart with my sister. We were Christmas shopping for children on the Angel Tree when I picked up Love You Forever by Robert Munsch. I started reading. My sister leaned over my shoulder and read along. I read the entire book. When I finished, I turned to look at my sister. Neither of us said a word. Tears trickling down our cheeks, r

What Is a Kimpy? It's a fair question. If you've ever sent me an email, spotted my car in a parking lot, or worked alongside me, you already know the answer. But for those of you who are new here, let me explain. My name is Kim. A perfectly simple and uncomplicated name, albeit common. Then I met Cecil. Cecil was a little older than me, already navigating one of life's harder chapters, a marriage that had run its course, two kids who needed their dad, and a future that hadn't

I have loved words for as long as I can remember. In high school I wrote poems and songs. Nothing anyone was ever going to publish, but it didn't matter. It was mine. In my mid-twenties I found my way back to writing. It was only journaling, poems, and songs... again, nothing anyone was going to publish. But it filled something in me that nothing else quite could. Then life happened. Kids, work, a husband, a home. The writing quietly slipped away, the way things do when ever