I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet.

I wanted to connect a modern story with a myth that I had read.

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

Connecticut is in my blood.

As my early drawings warned me, where humans go, lions and tidal waves follow.

Religion's just a well-oiled profit-driven denial of the randomness of it all.

I grew up in a household of women, they ran the show, they kept it all together. I credit my ability to write in female voices, as well as male, with having grown up with older sisters in a neighborhood largely populated by girls.