As a young girl, I was extremely shy. Skinny, with knock-knees and bottle-neck eyeglasses, I was uncomfortable in my own skin. My bonus grandmother, a librarian, constantly gave me books to read. I could escape in a book and be somebody else. I started writing about being somebody else, or some place else where I fit in. On the pages of my journal, I wrote my dreams, my pain, poems and vivid stories about female heroes and how they beat the odds. Unsure of my voice, I shared with no one.

 In my junior year in high school, I took creative writing as an English credit. My teacher said I had a unique way of telling a story. She said it was like I was painting a picture, showing each stroke, each blend in color until the vision came in sight and the beholder shaped it into their reality. With that, I found the courage to become the person I wanted to be. I stepped, but I still shied from my true purpose. The years rolled by and I transitioned from a young girl to a woman. I learned a few things about myself. Women, including me, carry a lot of unnecessary baggage. It becomes that shield to protect us from the world and for not venturing outside of our own comfort zone and walking in the purpose that God designed specifically for us. Yet I finally found the courage through the power of my pen, and the sound of my voice to become a storyteller, an author, a podcast host.
I learned that the spirit of a woman is resilient. We cry, we laugh, we scream, we feel pain. Each layer of our soul and mind represents a petal from the most imperfect rose. We nurture our men, our children, and all those closest to us. One moment we are elevated, the next defeated. We aren’t supposed to break—we are Teflon strong. Right? Because we love hard, we get caught up in ugly situations that tear at our self-esteem. We find ourselves being punching bags. That pain is raw, frightening; it can swallow us whole and toss us away like yesterday’s garbage. But we are resilient. We were born to be soft like silk and tough as steel. Broken, battered, bruised, we push to survive. Through the self-doubt, physical pain and mental stress—we push to survive. And in our quest to survive, most often we bury that pain. We bury that pain so deep; it scars us and changes us. We stand there stuck until we decide enough is enough. These are the stories our authors come here with. Others are like that young girl I used to be, full of imagination and wonder, writing about far-away lands, science fiction, horror or suspense.
Truth - Spirit - Resilience. This is the pulse of Redbaby Publishing. Everyone has a story, a journey to share. No matter how bleak life is, you can blossom. You can start again. You can rise above. Your story has the power to change someone else's narrative. This is my mission, my purpose, to help you tell your story. Working together, writing, collaborating, editing and creating layouts until we get that final presentation just right. Then we breathe life into it and share it with the world. Through each word, each page and picture, we pass our wisdom, our tears, our strength onto the next generation of authors and publishers. I hope each book encourages to you want more, be more, live more and never settle for mediocre. Thank you for letting me share our journeys. Click below to learn more. 

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