My first published book, Story of a Girl, was the fourth book I wrote.

A know a place called New Beginnings, but I don't think it works quite like that. You can't just erase everything that came before.

I looked at my hand resting on the shelf of the prop cabinet, thinking of the scars that were there whether anyone could see them or not.

I had them all fooled into believing I was normal and well-adjusted, a rock of sensibility who could always be counted on to have a positive attitude.

Sometimes rescue comes to you. It just shows up, and you do nothing. Maybe you deserve it, maybe you don't. But be ready, when it comes, to decide if you will take the outstretched hand and let it pull you ashore.

It's like a Venn diagram of tragedy.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.