Hello and welcome!

I’m K. C. Ireton, and if you’ve managed to find me, I assume you’re a kindred spirit, a member of the race that knows Joseph, as Miss Cornelia (of Anne's House of Dreams) would say, and I’m glad you’re here.

I’m a multi-published author of both fiction and nonfiction. That sounds impressive, but it just means I have more than one book to my name (three, in fact) and that I write in different genres.

My first book, The Circle of Seasons: Meeting God in the Church Year, was originally published in 2008 by InterVarsity Press. A tenth anniversary edition came out in 2018. Again, it sounds impressive, but it just means the book has a new cover and a new preface. Otherwise, it’s pretty much the same book!

I’ve also written a memoir, Cracking Up: A Postpartum Faith Crisis, which is out of print but still available on Kindle.

My most recent book is my love child. :) It’s my first (published) foray into fiction, a collection called A Yellow Wood and Other Stories. In the title story, a young American woman discovers a stash of sonnets in the attic of her great-grandmother’s Herefordshire home and sets out to unravel the mystery of their authorship, finding friendship and love along the way. Four additional stories round out the collection, all of them quiet, gladsome tales of kindness and love.

My idea of a good time is to curl up with a cup of tea and one of my favorite books. Or a cup of tea and one of my favorite people to talk about one of my favorite books, especially if it also happens to be one of their favorite books.

If that’s your definition of fun, too, then I think we’ll get along grand! Grab that cup of tea, curl up, and start reading! You might like to begin with my story, “Rose at Dawn,” a retelling of Sleeping Beauty set in Victorian England.

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And thank you. Truly. Words fail me when I think of the kind and generous people who support me, and, y’all, words rarely fail me.