“What inspires my work—my muse—isn’t travel as much as my permanent residence, in the center of one of the world’s smallest, most misunderstood, most complicated, perhaps most contested and surprisingly heterogeneous countries: Israel.”
“I saw sea stars clinging on sea stacks and tufted puffins walking like older men. It always comes back to water and animals and seeing animals in their habitats unbothered by humans.”
“I remember lying on the frozen lake in the winter and watching the aurora borealis as the ice cracked and boomed…”
“The open spaces of Montana and Wyoming infused me with the desire to write a third novel…”
“The commune smelled of cow manure, unwashed hair. We held pig roasts, ran through the woods in fifty person games—it was wonderful and chaotic.”
June in the San Francisco Bay Area marks my family regularly heading West -- from our already very westerly home in quasi-urban Berkeley, over to the wildernesses of Marin County, where we hike and bike in the exquisite, dramatic protected spaces that constitute 80%...
