My books usually end where they began. I try to bring characters back to a point that is familiar but different because of the growth that they have gone through.

I'm not really a plot writer - I'm more interested in the characters and sort of small events that propel the story forward.

It's like a Venn diagram of tragedy.

Life needed a fast forward button. Because there were days you just don't want to live through, not again, but they kept coming around and you were powerless to stop time or speed it up or do anything to keep from having to face it.

Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you.

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.

. . .There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. . . Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.