Bio - My Story

Christmas, 1992 - Holding up the pen to my very first journal while my Auntie Ruby looked on.

Christmas, 1992 - Holding up the pen to my very first journal while my Auntie Ruby looked on.

I was gifted my first journal at the age of 10 as a Christmas present by my Mom's older sister, Rebecca, (whom we all affectionately call "Auntie Ruby"). During my childhood, my parents and their 7 children spent Christmases at Auntie Ruby's and Uncle Bob's house, along with their 7 children. It was a madhouse, but it was loud and alive. Since receiving that journal from Auntie Ruby, it has been like a Pandora's box of words that originate in my head and travel in to my pen, and on to any piece of paper I'm writing on at the time. I tell my story on this platform because I find that it reminds me of God's faithfulness, and because I am shocked at how much hope my stories have given to others.

We read to know we are not alone.
— C.S. Lewis

I've heard it said that vulnerability is a sign of courage and bravery. I seldom ever feel brave or courageous but when I do, it's when I write. This is sneak peek into the contents of my head and heart, vulnerably spilled out.

So, here it is. My personal act of bravery.

Guada Chadderdon