Author. Filmmaker. Educator.

I write because I’m angry. I’m angry about the partisan nature of our current political system. I’m angry about a mishandled pandemic that is ravaging our world. I’m angry about voter suppression and gerrymandering. I’m angry about climate change denial. I’m angry about what tech has done to our privacy. I’m angry about the lack of sensible gun reform. I’m angry about the cruel treatment immigrants are receiving at our borders. I’m angry about celebrity culture. And racism. And anti-Semitism. And homophobia. And unjust wars. And violence against women. I’m so angry about so many things that I’ve described myself as feeling like I’m in a forest fire with a water pistol. Most of all, I’m angry because I’m frustrated with my limited ability to effect change about all these things that make me so fucking angry.

And this is why I write. In Just Fall, a duped bride discovers her strength and takes down a human trafficking ring. Catherine, the protagonist of The Burial Society and The Empty Bed, is my badass avatar. I sign petitions and go to marches; Catherine provides safety to the most vulnerable members of society and punishment to their predators. In Convince Me, I explore the corrosive effect of pathological liars. In my upcoming novel, Privacy, I take a look at a question I think we are all wrestling with right now: how much grief and pain can we take before we break?

I write because I’m angry, but I also write because I love nothing more. My thrillers tackle issues, but I hope give my readers as much pleasure reading them as I get writing them. Thank you for coming along for the ride.