At the end of the block where I used to live in Coconut Grove in Miami, there's a swampy area, a no-name alcove with a little mangrove estuary. It's beautiful.

It is a special kind of homelessness to be evicted from your dreams.

I spent most of my 20s with these alligator wrestlers in the swamps of South Florida.

But if you kept thinking about a fight you’d lost, Mom said, you were programming yourself to lose again.

My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather.

Once you figure out what's best for the story, take out the rest.

I do think that I have a more flexible view of the interactions between people, and between human and non-human protagonists, humans and their landscapes.