Pine trees with low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.

Long, dark, and lovely she had been, in those days before her mind broke and the parts scattered and she let them go.

Pine trees with low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.

I've bumped into at least three people in town who all insist 'Winter's Bone' is about them.

I felt like a number of things in me as a writer just clicked.

There's an overlap between social-realist fiction and crime fiction - a sweet spot there.

I'm not one of these people who thinks everyone born into privilege should wear sack cloth and ashes. But it's something I wrestle with. I know a lot of people who live below the poverty level and have for a long time and it makes them uneasy to think they'll have to interact with people from different economic levels. Everyone has some sort of load put on them, whatever the circumstances they're born into.