Now what? All the battles feminists won about not being a sex object, not being evaluated based on these things, that now other generations are wallowing in, the extremes they go to, to look sexually attractive? It's stunning how things that one fought desperately for are just being tossed aside with aplomb.

I have a lot of respect for readers because I'm a reader. That's how I got into writing.

I know it's trash: just another story made up to scare wicked females and correct unruly children. But it's all I have. I know I need something else. Something better. Like a story that shows how brazen women can take a good man down. I can hum to that.

All art is knowing when to stop.

A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves - a special kind of double.

There is really nothing more to say - except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.

Don't tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief's wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear's caul.