Regret is a pilgrimage back to the place where I was free to choose.

I swim with all my strength. No superhuman surge, or pony heroics; it's just me at my most desperate.

Somehow I wasn't adding up right anymore. My parts weren't summing into myself.

I am extremely close to my brother, Kent, and my sister, Lauren, who have been remarkably understanding about all of my weird sibling tales.

What passes for news is just morbid speculation or cartoonish screaming, followed by diaper commercials.

And I do think that great fiction, even when it's comedic, has an urgency or an inevitability to it, a sense that the writer absolutely had to write this particular story in this way.

I have a B.A. in Spanish, so briefly I thought that somebody might pay me to speak Spanish badly in another country, like Norway.