Dad didn’t teach me not to want things, but (by example) gave me the idea that living with less could mean leading a more interesting a fulfilled life…
I am a late bloomer. A late, late bloomer. By the end of high school, my statistics in the romance department were deplorable…
Basing a character in a novel on a friend or family member is fraught with perilous peril…
When it comes to looks, the boy love-interest in a YA novel …
I can identify with the pain of LGBT teens that hide their true selves from friends because I grew up in the same situation. Only different…
The adults Harriet spies on are weird…
Stepping into thin air… That’s exactly how it felt to write the first words of my memoir.
I got a call from a family — one of my regular baby-sitting gigs. They paid well and had good food…
A few months after my 16th birthday, my dad gave me a choice: Find a full-time job or work all summer as his slave…
I’ve created a bit of a mess for myself …
My friend likes to go out for lunch all the time. I don’t have much money, so I order something small. My friend always eats way more than I do, and then she wants to split the bill!
But my biggest problem of all: living with my grandma the famous ADVICE COLUMNIST Miss Swoon!
I never ever EVER thought I’d be asking myself – let alone a complete stranger – a question like this, but…
My parents act like they’re in a perpetual state of puppy love and they have no concept of modesty …
Interviewers often ask, “Where did you get the idea for your novel?” … We make things up…