When I first came to New York, I would scream like a girl and run to the other side of the street if there was a pigeon. Now I can face off with a pigeon.

My dad was a cross-country truck driver.

My writing is sort of Sidney Sheldon meets Anne Tyler.

My first day as an intern in the books department at Cosmopolitan also happened to be the day the O.J. Simpson verdict was announced.

Everyone has a ghost story, or at least thats how it has always seemed to me.

When I first came to New York, I would scream like a girl and run to the other side of the street if there was a pigeon. Now I can face off with a pigeon.

A lot of people are afraid of dolls - everybody remembers Chucky.