On Sunday, something washed up on shore.

I never felt I was incapable of succeeding because I felt confident I could always learn what I needed to know.

What's difficult to understand about German opera? It's always the same. Boy meets girl, boy falls in love, girl gets devoured by horrible winged creature with claws.

She watched the gap between ship and shore grow to a huge gulf. Perhaps this was a little like dying, the departed no longer visible to the others, yet both still existed, only in different worlds.

You are TSTL. I beg your pardon. Too stupid to live.

I lived in upstate New York until I was ten years old and we moved overseas. I have a lot of nostalgic memories of that part of the world, and I love going back there by writing the Lakeshore books.

When you're with the person you love, you're home.