Now that I live in Southern California, my current world certainly speaks to me, and I sense that my next book will have a more American and southerly setting. But that's certainly not to say I won't be back to Leaford.

The world's waistlines are expanding, but it's an epidemic of a larger issue in terms of our bounty having become our burden.

I hum some secret place into being, thinking of this other me, the one that only I can see, a girl called She, who is not We, a girl who I will never be.

When you stand outside, you look around and find that the people you're with live on the fringes.

How cruel it must be for a man to live past his soul.

The city, no matter how small, is corrupt and unrepentant, while the sun shines brighter in the country, making people more wholesome.

Evidence tells that black and Latina woman are more accepting of curves, and that's a good thing.