When you're a teenager, your friends are your life. When you grow up, friendships seem to get pushed further and further back, until it seems like a luxury, a frivolity, like a bubble bath.

My writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then I sit down to write, and things change.

Girls like us, when we love, it takes everything we have.

First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.

Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.

all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?

Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.