Like many, I write to understand. My writing springs from a deep desire to prove that we are knowable, that I can put words to my own chaotic experiences and comprehend others enough for my sentences to make sense. I write to see our world laid bare. I write cause our society is constantly trying to convince us we are not real, that our dreams and desires are not possible, that we must choose between constraining ideas of success and happiness. I write in a constant attempt to prove that there are as many happy endings as we have the courage to live. I write cause I am a writer and so are you.