I didn't 'decide' to write YA, per se. But every time I thought of a story, it featured characters 15, 16, 17.
Sara ZarrI grew up in San Francisco in the 1970s. We were part of a church that belonged to the California Jesus movement.
Sara ZarrI played the clarinet, and my sister played the violin... If wed had the discipline and the passion, maybe we could have been good.
Sara ZarrI get a message from my dad. In the mood I'm in, I tear up to see his name in my inbox, and imagine him down the hall in bed, propped on pillows, emailing me. "Hon,Enjoyed our gelato date the other night. I just want to say I'm proud of you for a lot of reasons. Also, I've attached a picture of my foot."He's such a weirdo goofball. I love him.
Sara Zarr