At the age of seven, I lost my first milk tooth. One of the top front ones, to be exact. Filled with excitement, I placed the tooth under my pillow, hoping the tooth fairy would collect it and leave a shiny silver coin in its place. And I wasn’t disappointed! For some reason, I woke up that night and felt a tingle in the air. As I glanced toward the window, I saw her—the tooth fairy—shimmery and sparkly, disappearing in a cloud of fairy dust. From that moment onwards, I truly believed, and I was hooked.
As I grew older and had children of my own, I never lost that magic. I filled their childhoods with tales of fairies, wizards, and unicorns. Now, with grandchildren, too, my stories have never stopped.
My stories are filled with fun, mischief, kindness, and trying hard to be good. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed sharing them with you.