One of the things that attracts me to vintage and antique things is they have stories, and even if I don't know the stories, I make them up.

For a writer, capturing that elusive Christmas morning magic can be deeply problematic.

As a hopeless romantic, I'm drawn to stories of improbable beginnings.

As soon as I started reading, I found myself drawn to fictional character's homes as much as I was to the characters themselves.

My characters are turned upside down and trying to reinvent themselves but don't need a white knight. They can save themselves in a crisis.

My perfect beach town isn't a fancy resort or glitzy planned community. It's a place with a hometown grocery that has decent meat, seafood, and a deli; a couple of ice cream shops; and a handful of good restaurants - where the island-wide dress code is 'no shoes, no shirt, no problem.'

I always wanted to use my newspaper background in a novel.