A shoe that fits one person pinches another.

Maybe we judge people too much by their looks because it's easier than seeing what's really important.

It would be so great to have someone my own age to talk to, even if it was just about books.

What happened to romance? Sappy, soppy longhand love letters.

I wrote poetry, journals, and, especially, plays for the neighborhood kids to perform. I had an ordinary, happy childhood. Nothing much was going on, but I had fun.

I write contemporary fiction, and that is what my readers want to read.

A beautiful thing is precious no matter the price