I moved to the US from Europe when I was six. This is the VW bus I spent a lot of my childhood in, driving around with my little brother Chris. I went to nine schools in eleven years, skipped a grade, and lived in a bunch of states.
I know my childhood and my many years of being an outcast made me unusual and I’ve learned to love my weirdness. I am a cynical romantic and totally believe in magic. I have a bizarre affection for shiitake mushrooms and art that makes me feel shivery. I never stop reading, dance when no one is watching because it’s private, and think music is life.
I really hopes I get to keep writing because I’ve lived a while now and have learned that books are the marrow, and their readers are the sacred seekers.