Hey there! I’m Dixie Williams—wife, mother, grandmother, storyteller/writer, ocean-lover, and a deeply flawed woman who wholeheartedly loves Jesus because He saved me anyway. I’ve loved Him since second grade, when I stood in the middle of our kitchen sobbing because I needed to be saved right then and there. I just felt like my tiny list of sins was far too heavy for my little heart. (Which is funny, considering the worst thing I’d done at that age was probably forget to make my bed or talk back to my mom—word on the street was I was a brat, at least according to my brother.) I must have asked Jesus to save me fifty times that day.
For decades, I knew in my head that Jesus was the only one who could actually save me. But it wasn’t until after my dad died and I read Imagine Heaven that I truly grasped the depth of His love. It finally outshone all the Southern Baptist fire-and-brimstone lessons I’d grown up with. I realized His love is pure, unconditional, and far greater than anything I could imagine on this earth. That understanding inspires me to try to be more like Him every day. And if I fail, which, let’s be honest, happens every single time I drive down Virginia Beach Boulevard, I trust that, God willing, I’ll wake up the next morning and try again.
After Jesus, my passions go like this: my family, my friends, and the thrill of a good TJ Maxx find. I work hard to stay my husband’s girlfriend, though I occasionally slip into “mom mode” before quickly snapping back. I have four children—two boys and two girls—and my daughter with Down syndrome keeps our home lively. While I should be an empty nester by now, that’s probably not happening unless she kicks us out. Another love of mine is cooking—think Gordon Ramsay without the yelling…unless I’m in traffic (again, see above).
I grew up mostly in Salem, VA (with a little Army life sprinkled in before second grade). As the cheer I performed every Friday night under the stadium lights went: “I’m Salem born and Salem bred…” But don’t count on me being Salem dead. I love the beach too much. Unless my kids and grandkids move back, in which case I’ll happily trade sand for mountain air faster than you can say, “Go Hokies,” because blood beats beaches every time.
I’m grateful to have discovered a love for writing later in life (almost 60!). I used to hate writing—mostly because my ADD made sitting still feel like punishment—until my dad died and I discovered my parents’ old love letters. Something ignited in me to tell a love story about them, which morphed into something completely different and is now my third book. I pour my overly emotional heart into stories about messy, imperfect people finding healing, hope, and adventure, specializing in heroes with Down syndrome, autism, Williams syndrome, and other disabilities. These characters deserve the same big, beautiful, wild adventures the rest of us get, and I’ve found so many in this community to be the epitome of strength, truth, joy, and a kind of love that humbles and transforms the rest of us.
Writing is my joy, second only to Jesus, my family, and friends. You’ll often find me on the beach, breathing in the salt air, toes in the sand, and dreaming up stories. My next series will feature protagonists getting married at Rockapalooza in Paris and caught in a Louvre jewelry heist—the adventures my characters deserve. I’m grateful to have discovered this calling later in life, and I hope my stories uplift, encourage, inspire, and make you laugh and cry—until the day I step into my forever paradise.
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