“Think of it, fair reader, not as if the decision of the question depended upon yourself, but upon that hot-blooded, semi-barbaric princess, her soul at a white heat beneath the combined fires of despair and jealousy. She had lost him, but who should have him?”
–The Lady; or, The Tiger (Podcast)

“Under the skin, hidden away, there was a wide, white line, cut eight inches across, held together with little black stitches. Someone had cut me open there.”
–Your Hand in Mine, We’ll Be All Right (YouTube)

I’m one of four siblings who were raised by working freelance authors— and when you have a big family with two parents who are full-time writers, the craft of writing basically becomes a family business. We grew up talking about the art of storytelling; now that we’re adults, we’re still talking about it, and we invite you to join the conversation.