Christmas. Even the name carries a hint of magic as it twirls through my thoughts stirring up wonderfully evocative memories of enchanting, never to be forgotten moments.   I remember, as though it was yesterday, a snowy Christmas eve, my weary dad trying to shoo us to bed, his finger to his lips, whispering “Shh, can…

So many people have asked how I became a published author and the fact is, I am an accidental author.  Though I’ve been reading since forever, and writing since I was seven years old, I’d never thought of myself as a writer. It wasn’t until I began writing articles chronicling the stories of my aid…