I am drawn to the ways in which we are shaped by people and by place.

So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road.

My granny Torrelli says when you are angry with someone, so angry you are thinking hateful things, so angry maybe you want to punch them, then you should think of the good things about them, and the nice things they've said, and why you liked them in the first place.

I wish that every baby everywhere could land in a family that wanted that baby as much as we want ours.

It wasn't that I was stupid ... It was just that there didn't seem to be a lot to say that someone wasn't already saying.

As readers can probably tell from my books, I love the outdoors.

What I have since realized is that if people expect you to be brave, sometimes you pretend that you are, even when you are frightened down to your very bones.