As readers can probably tell from my books, I love the outdoors. I love to hike, kayak, and swim. I also love to read (which is probably not a surprise) and I love the theater and art museums. I especially love all the instruments of art: inks, pens, paintbrushes, watercolors and oils, fine papers and canvases, and although I love to mess around with these tools and objects, I have minimal artistic skills.

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

Man needs bread and hyacinths: one to feed the body, and one to feed the soul.

The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.

...but it doesn't feel crazy to us. It feels like what we do.

I don't want to because boys don't write poetry. Girls do.

Being a mother is like trying to hold a wolf by the ears,” Gram said. “If you have three or four –or more – chickabiddies, you’re dancing on a hot griddle all the time. You don’t have time to think about anything else. And if you’ve only got one or two, it’s almost harder. You have room left over – empty spaces that you think you’ve got to fill up.