At the end of the day, our struggles define us as much as anything else. I think the people who are most content are the people who have struggled and overcome the most. There’s more value in things that don’t come easy.… more
At the end of the day, our struggles define us as much as anything else. I think the people who are most content are the people who have struggled and overcome the most. There’s more value in things that don’t come easy.… more
I realized that language can be more than the vehicle for a story; it can be the lens through which the reader sees the world. For me, the cadence of the language came to mirror the setting of Euphoria County—with its mysterious flora, its snaking roads, and its trapped secrets.… more
The trauma of war can ripple across generations and bleed through borders. You can arrive in the United States or come back home to the United States, but you’ve left a piece of your sanity behind.… more
Father Manchette took a yardstick across my ass in front of the entire class. Sister Agnes poked my arms until little bubbles of blood popped up from my skin. “The deeds you do may be the only sermon people will hear today.” I repeated those words walking up and down Dorchester Avenue until Jesus unzipped the sky and turned on the lights.… more
A series of last names I’ll click clack my way through on the way to thoughts of vengeance and acting cooler than I am, until I’m told to shut up, get on all fours, and kiss the black knee-high latex boot like the pervert I am (“Hubba hubba”).… more
I wanted to tell a story set in that world that would also be a pretty accurate description of that world. People aren’t cliches. No one perfectly fits into a stereotype, even when they commit their whole life to being a stereotype.… more
I always start with character and place. I put the characters in desperate situations, usually in my part of southern Brooklyn, and see what develops from there. There’s drama just in watching lives unfold. The natural drama of being alive. Throw some secrets and lies and betrayals into the mix and shit gets amped up.… more
One hundred T-bones a day, both cut and trimmed. Fifty ribeye, sixty Porterhouse, it didn’t matter over and over he thought of Tara’s face. He studied his boss’ actions. He learned the movements of his coworkers. It was out of habit to study people. He couldn’t help himself. He let them bust his balls often, even smiled, but he knew he could end every single one of them if he truly wanted to, but he never wanted to entertain the thought at the same time.… more
I had been in and out of different therapist’s offices, each one telling me the same thing after I had emptied my soul out to them. I gave up on their useless advice. It never helped me. I went home and cried over a childhood that wasn’t all that bad.… more