About me

My mom swears I've been telling stories since the day I could breathe, but I'm positive it wasn't until the third grade at least. I interrupted a lesson plan and declared to the class that my family died over the weekend in a plane crash and sadly, I was now orphaned …and would anyone like to have me over for ice cream?

My teacher was dumbfounded. My mother, amused (later scolding me with a tiny smile on her lips). Looking back, I know I had some of the kids fooled (the not-so-bright ones that still thought the devil lived under the storm drain). But everyone else, well, they knew the truth: I was full of crap. But I didn't care! Because for a few short, life-altering seconds I had captured the imaginations of every kid in that over-crowded Los Angeles classroom, though I had yet to learn anything about “plot” or “revision” (and to this day, have yet to fit “juxtapose” anywhere in a manuscript). And after all these years, the feeling is the same now as it was then… magic!