Best-selling and Award-winning Author of Young Adult Thrillers
I thought it was time for an update. This pic taken by the amazing Madeleine Kendall (www.madeleinekendall.com) seems more appropriate for an author whose next book is about a fledgling serial killer. NEEDS MUST will be published in the Spring of […]
I’ve been sitting on this for over four months and it was like perching on a gigantic sea urchin. It was painful 🙂 but finally (and serendipitously on my birthday), the news was finally broken. I am so grateful and […]
My Italian grandmother, my nonna Giovannina, taught me how to knit when I was eight years old. She cast on with her fingers and held the needles tucked in between her ample bosom and her armpits. I had no bosom […]
This weekend I was on a panel at the breathtaking new Halifax Central Library (pictured here), with acclaimed journalist and fellow Fierce Shorts author, Chris Benjamin, talking about writing from life (although isn’t all writing from life? Even if it […]
I’ve always worked in ‘different’ jobs- the independent music industry for over twenty years back when it was fun, as a landscape gardener, as a tree surgeon, as a bookseller. The most ‘regular’ jobs I’ve ever had were marketing for […]
My kids don’t understand the punk rock. They ask me, “why’d you dress like that?” “why was your hair that ugly color?” They say “that style made you look like a skunk” or “a homeless person.” Or they scream, “turn […]
Sometimes I wish I had more talent in drawing or sculpting or even in knitting. I am terrible at following patterns and even after many attempts, I am hopeless at socks. Turning heels? I just don’t get it. And worse […]
I think these are true memories. But after all I am a writer, and I tend to embellish or rewrite. (Always revisioning!) However, it is such a strong recollection, visual and visceral, that I am sure it is real. I […]
My Italian grandmother, my nonna Giovannina, taught me how to knit when I was eight years old. She cast on with her fingers and held the needles tucked in between her ample bosom and her armpits. I had no bosom […]
I think I must have been nineteen when I met Aaron Elliot aka Aaron Cometbus. He was probably fifteen or so. I remember we were always getting into philosophical discussions outside punk shows, often at the warehouse I lived in, […]