Belonging. Or Not.

When I was little, I blamed it on the dresses. This, of course, made no sense. Back then, most little girls wore dresses. I had long dark hair and bangs, and my mother would put my hair in pony tails and put me in beautiful knee-length cotton things. I was probably adorable, as little kids … Continue reading Belonging. Or Not.


56 Days Later

The night before THE COLD BETWEEN was released, I jotted down some of my eve-of-publication impressions. I'm glad I did that, because my memory of feeling that way is entirely intellectual. That odd sense of pre-vulnerability is lost to me now, and I'm here, in the world where the book has been out for eight … Continue reading 56 Days Later