Memories Are Like Water.

I Feel Too Much. It's Like Being Drummed To Death From Within. You Know?

I'm A Writer Of Faith. I Was Raised Catholic, And I Have A Deeply Catholic Imagination.

When A Colleague Of Mine Had A Notable New York Times Book, I Said, Turn One Of The Chapters In The Collection Into A Pitch For A Novel And Sell It To Your Publisher.

My Oldest Sister Was An Actress Living In Nyc By The Time I Was Ten, And Desperately Wanted To Be The One In Charge Of The Words.

Our Stories Are What We Have,” Our Good Mother Says. “our Stories Preserve Us. We Give Them To One Another. Our Stories Have Value. Do You Understand?