Why I Wrote Just Mousey and the Full Moons

My granddaughter has always loved the moon. She notices it right away, points it out, and talks about how it looks different each night. Seeing how excited she gets over something so simple reminded me to slow down and really pay attention too. The moon isn’t just something you see in the sky. It’s something you feel.

Full moons have always meant something special to me. I believe they hold energy. During full moons, I like to take a little time for simple rituals like reflecting, setting intentions, and letting go of things that no longer serve me. Nothing complicated. Just quiet moments to reset and breathe.

I truly believe that people who pay attention to the moon are special people. They notice things others rush past. They feel the shifts. They understand that some of the most meaningful things in life are quiet and gentle.

This book is my way of sharing that feeling with kids and the adults reading with them. It’s an invitation to slow down, look up, and feel a little more connected. It’s about wonder, energy, and noticing the small magic that’s always around us.

Just Mousey and the Full Moons is more than a story. It’s a feeling. One I get to share with my granddaughter and now with you

“Little Layla” A Story Inspired by Love

Every story has a spark, a little moment or person that lights up your imagination and fills your heart with inspiration. For me, Little Layla the Figure Skater began with a simple, heartfelt conversation with my sweet Aunt Jess. She was telling me about her great-grandchild, Layla, a bright, spirited little girl with an undeniable love for ice skating.

As Aunt Jess spoke about her “little Layla,” I could hear the pride and joy in her voice. She described how Layla’s eyes lit up every time she stepped onto the ice, twirling and gliding with pure happiness. That image stayed with me, the sparkle of the ice, the movement, the innocence, and the determination of a young girl chasing her passion.

That’s when the story started to take shape in my mind. I imagined a little girl who dreams of skating under twinkling lights, who falls but always gets back up, and who learns that true beauty in skating and in life, comes from believing in yourself.

Writing Little Layla the Figure Skater became my way of celebrating not only Layla’s love for the ice but also the special bond between generations the way stories and pride flow from a great-grandmother’s heart to a writer’s pen.

This book is a gentle reminder to young readers (and maybe even grown-ups) that dreams take courage, practice, and heart. Whether your “ice rink” is a frozen pond, a stage, or simply something you love to do, Layla’s story shows that when you believe in yourself, you can shine bright no matter how many times you fall.

Thank you, Aunt Jess, for sharing your Little Layla with me and with the world.