Denial is an ugly thing.

None of my characters are rich or famous, and the situations they find themselves in could happen to anyone.

Grown-ups always say that things are complicated.

The saddest people I've met in my life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all .

That was the dirty secret associated with her past. Not that she'd been abused but that somehow she felt that she deserved it because she'd let it happen. Even now, it shamed her, and there were times when she felt hideously ugly, as though the scars that had been left behind were visible to everyone.

I don't write romance novels.

It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.