I do not write stories where everything ends tied up in a
pretty bow and I do not apologize for it. That’s not life. Yes, there are
pretty bows here and there, for some more than others. Yes, I write stories of
women from the past, but their lives often had fewer pretty bows; their
struggles were often simply to survive. I believe the women and men who read—or
would read—my books, are of an intellect and maturity that allows them to appreciate
not only the truth rather than the fairy tale, but also know what it means to
cherish the little bows that trickle through our lives, for they are often far
more precious.
