I Dropped Chemistry. I Practically Blew Up

On The Last Morning Of Virginia's Bloodiest Year Since The Civil War, I Built A Fire And Sat Facing A Window Of Darkness Where At Sunrise I Knew I Would Find The Sea.

Grief Was Like A Seizure That Shook Me Like A Storm.

I Constantly Remind People That Crime Isn't Solved By Technology; It's Solved By People.

Even If You Are A Best-seller You Feel Insecure Because It Is All So Unpredictable.

I've Always Believed Human Blood Is Red Because It Really Needs To Draw Attention To Itself.