I can remember as a kid, I always tried to sit at the end of the pew at church. That way, I could play in the colored light the stained glass windows provided. I’d stretch my leg out in the aisle to make the color dance across my skin. I rolled my fingers in waves letting the warm red light change their form. I was amazed by the warmth and richness of the light. Of course, I had no idea stained glass would become my language of expression, but I knew I wanted to drown myself in it. And so now, all these years later, I am on a journey to explore and share the beauty and light of stained glass.