Nothing Is Ever Perfect. It Is What

I Try To Write About Real Women, Real People - In Other Words Flawed Characters.

Where We Belong Is Often Where We Least Expect To Find Ourselves—a Place That We May Have Willed Ourselves To Forget, But That The Heart Remembers Forever.

The World Is Not That Black And White, Rachel. There Are No Moral Absolutes. It Is Complex.

Evident In Every Small Act Of Kindness, It Was Love As A Verb. Love That Made Me Feel More Complete Than I Had Ever Felt In My Glamorous, Jimmy Choo Filled Past.

In My Stories, I Think, As I've Gotten Older, The Characters Have Become Stronger And More Independent, And More Capable Of Making Unconventional Decisions.