Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.

Eastern Connecticut is very different from Western; we're more liverwurst than pâté, more bowling than polo.

My Italian-American heritage, of which I'm very proud and with which I identify strongly, surfaces in several of my novels.

Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.

However far fiction writers stray from their own lives and experiences - and I stray pretty far from mine - I think, ultimately, that we may be writing what we need to write in some way, albeit unconsciously.

I am a plodder, I make an appointment with my computer everyday and I have no idea where I am going.

I work hard, do my best and send it out to the world hoping that people can relate to it. I accept any reaction and hope they think it is worth reading.