I was born and raised in South Carolina. Then I fled to San Francisco to be with more people like me. Fifteen years later, I fled to the East Bay to be with fewer people like me. I live with my husband, our dog, and a yard full of great things like a lemon tree and a fig twig. I have a growing pile of short stories and a growing appreciation for the many layers of ingredients that result in good fiction. I owe whatever chops I have as a writer to my tough, charming and terrifically diligent writing group in San Francisco.