The author currently resides in the Boston area with her fiance, #27.
Describe your desk
The defining feature of my desk is a framed prayer in weirdo six-year-old-style letters that my daughter wrote at church when she was trying to get picked as Mary in the Christmas pageant. She only made second shepherd - but she was a damn fine shepherd. It says, "GOD, WE have NOT loved you with are hole heart. WE have not loved are neighbors as ourselves. we are sorry. Forgive us. AMEN!!"
There's also a laptop and a bunch of papers. But that prayer is, by far, the best of my desk.
Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?
Hah. That's a good question. My first eight or so years were spent in Newton, Massachusetts, in the messy thick of family and friends. It was a terrific time and place - very "Leave It To Beaver" on a dead end street. We would follow the milk truck and the Charles Chips truck when they came; ice cream man and even a scissors sharpening guy came by. My grandparents lived at the end of the street, so when you decided to run away from home you didn't have too far to go.
In 1960 we moved to South Florida in the middle of Hurricane Donna. That should have been a clue. As my sister quickly figured out, "We're not famous here!" I guess both my life and my musings on my life have been attempts to get back to a great place. This book certainly chronicles my search for the next great place to be.