About
Hi, I'm Jennifer Bleakley

Hi, I’m Jen—a wife, mom of two young adults, author, speaker, lifelong animal lover, and firm believer that some of life’s most beautiful lessons are taught by teachers with fur, feathers, hooves, and paws.
I was born and raised in Florida, and although I’ve called North Carolina home for more than two decades, I will always be a flip-flop girl at heart. Before becoming an author, I earned a master’s degree in mental health counseling and worked as a child and family grief counselor with Suncoast Hospice in Florida. That sacred work shaped the way I see people, stories, sorrow, hope, and healing—and it continues to influence the heart of my writing today.
Somewhere along the way, God began stirring a love for writing that I had tucked away for a long time. I started with journals and stories for my kids, and over time that love for stories grew into a calling to write books.
Today, I have the joy of writing stories for both adults and children—stories that invite readers to pause, notice, laugh, grieve, wonder, and hope. Much of my writing lives at the intersection of faith, animals, and the human heart. Whether I’m writing about a blind horse who helped others learn to see, a dog who teaches us something about loyalty, a mischievous cat who makes us smile, or the tender grief of saying goodbye to a beloved pet, my hope is always the same: to help readers see the grace, goodness, and love woven into every moment of our lives.
I’ve often said animals are my love language. I am continually grateful to God for allowing me to tell stories about the precious creatures who lovingly, and often amusingly, point us toward him, and to the hope, grace, courage, comfort, and the love that leaves paw prints on our hearts.
When I’m not writing, speaking, or meeting readers, you can usually find me at home with my family, filling up a birdfeeder, talking to our very needy and incredibly loyal Golden Retriever, Gracie, or daydreaming about the beach, tacos, and the possibility that someday laundry might just fold itself.













