Every day when I open the mail I encounter a find with a brand-new brew of story and emotion.

I have a black Grandma and white Grandma. My white Grandma lives in Fort Lauderdale, paints, and teaches bridge. She's wonderful. My black Grandma, equally wonderful, is my neighbor across the street, Bobbie, who's always insisted that I call her Grandma, and honestly, over the years she's become a real Grandma to me.

On tour, it's hard to do much writing, but if I'm on a deadline, I find a way.

My parents have seen their ups-and-downs but are still married after 40 years, so that's something.

The place I write best is at the Angell Hall computer center on the University of Michigan campus, where I went to school. I still go over there and rock it through the night.

The questions people have are sometimes soulful, sometimes zany, sometimes incoherent. I want to make a 'zine with just the questions I get emailed to me.

There’s no key to the universe, you just have to point your way in one direction, keep going, keep going, keep going, and see what happens.