ABOUT ME

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Hi! This is me, sitting in the gorgeous garden of my friend, Peggy. Can you see the ocean in the background? It's there -- the cove of Portugese Bend, in Palos Verdes, California. I live just around the bend (sort of) in Torrance. I don't live in either a 1928 bungalow OR a modern glass house with bamboo floors. Those houses came out of my imagination -- and from going on bungalow tours in historic Pasadena, which is something I heartily recommend if you've never done it. I do, however, live in a house with very brightly colored walls like my character, Peg (no relation to the aforementioned Peggy.) My office is a soft pumpkin. My kitchen is crowne yellow. My bedroom is a mossy green. There are, in fact, no white walls in my house, unless you count the closets, which I don't. The Last Beach Bungalow is my first novel, and it has been a thrill to publish it. I've written three other books of narrative non-fiction, but two things happened to cause the genre switch: 1.) I got tired of writing about myself. The constraints of reality were starting to bind too tightly and 2.) I had a revelation one day on a big stage in Anchorage, Alaska. I had travelled there to give the keynote address at a breast cancer event (because one of my previous books was a breast cancer memoir -- The Victoria's Secret Catalog Never Stops Coming and Other Lessons I Learned From Breast Cancer.) There were women there from all over the state. The year before, they had been treated to a keynote address by Dr. Susan Love, breast cancer guru. During the lunch, all I could think about was what I could possibly say that Dr. Love hadn't. Why, out of all those women in that room, was I the one going onto the stage? As I made my way up, I realized that it wasn't WHAT I had to say that mattered. It was HOW I was going to say it. I realized, in other words, that I was a storyteller. I am almost done with my second novel, which will come out from Berkley Books next year. And my antennae are out for an idea for novel #3. I feel so very grateful to be an 8-year cancer survivor. These 8 years with my sweet husband and our amazing kids have been like a whole world. If you or someone you know has survived anything -- be it cancer, life with a kindergartner, or traffic on the 405 -- than cheers! And I hope you enjoy my story.