I tried writing about city life and rock n roll, which, when I close my eyes, fills up most of who I am. But I couldn’t turn away from the stories about people I know - people who are wild, dramatic, and heartbreaking, who are born into places they don’t fit into, and who are searching for a place to belong. So I started writing about them. Children who have to act like adults. Adults who act like children. The expectations of our communities. And what it means, anyway, to belong someplace, or to someone.

I try to show characters in authentic situations that put their crazy on full display. It’s my way of processing, ordering, and making sense of the chaotic house I grew up in.

I’m a member of many communities, but I don’t really fit in anywhere. Pretty sure that’s what keeps me writing.