It Can't Be Dead. It Was Alive

...but It Doesn't Feel Crazy To Us. It Feels Like What We Do.

I Don't Want To Because Boys Don't Write Poetry. Girls Do.

I Entered A Poem In A Poetry Contest Around 1987, And The Poem Won And I Received $1,000 For It. That Made Me Realize That Maybe What I Was Writing Was Worth Reading To People. After That, For Some Reason, I Turned To Novels And I've Written Mainly Novels Ever Since.

Sometimes When You Are Trying Not To Think About Something It Keeps Popping Back In Your Head You Can't Help It You Think About It And Think About It And Think About It Until Your Brain Feels Like A Squashed Pea.

I Wish That Every Baby Everywhere Could Land In A Family That Wanted That Baby As Much As We Want Ours.