A. Breathe deeply
A. My friend, the short story writer Leslie Johnson. Warm, honest, funny, with more social grace in her little finger than I have in my whole self.
A. I'd like to meet my grandfather, who my mother described as the Devil incarnate. Shortly after bringing her to America from Holland, he abandoned my grandmother and four small daughters to start a new family with her sister. I'd like to meet him not as a grand daughter but as a peer. I'd like to know what made him tick. There had to be something redeeming in the man for my grandmother to love him until the day she died
A. This could sound a little pompous, but Edith Wharton. Not for her work (which I admire but do not identify with) but for her life, which was a huge inspiration to me.
A. Being a fiction writer.